Language is like steam,
And then it’s like ice,
And then it’s like water
It can name what it changes,
And change what it names.
It is constant over ages,
But it’s never the same.
It can send you to sleep
With a lullaby’s croon.
Send rockets to mars,
And put men on the moon.
Language is bitter,
It’s precise and it’s sweet
It’s an elaborate arrangement
Made from pieces of live meat.
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