Some folks tend to think my words ring out as
Profound. Others tend to know that I’m reaching.
It doesn’t matter really what I think
Just so long as they move in their own jazz.
Each word has a feeling, a movement quite
Unlike their brothers. Each one, a pizzazz
Of their own that brings on a new flavor.
Sounds bringing a harmony as good as
Joyful singing or quiet sobering.
Shifting, slinging, moving us to the brink
Of understanding where none before has.
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