When was the last time you fell in love with a word?
With its contours and the suggestions of its contours?
And the nuances and crevices of its meaning?
When did you last make love to it?
Explore all that it was?
And all that it could be?
Did you ask where it came from?
Whether the journey was eventful?
Or tiring, amidst the flash bulbs of allusion and abstraction?
Did you take it to pieces?
And find functions for each part?
Or did you break your heart
On its elementary wholeness, its ability to be
A wall, not a door, nor anything you could unlock
With a key.
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