Ecco

and I thought
how I meant to live a quiet life
how I meant to live a life of mildness and meditation
tapping the careful words against each other

Here in my head, language
keeps making its tiny noises.

And have you made inquiry yet as to what the poetry of this world is about?

I am capable of pondering the most detailed knowledge, and the most fastened-up, impenetrable mystery, at the same time.

Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary

Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary.