Un
Unzip the word, pare it
to the root.
Have worlds.
Have branched off worlds
that live closed off,
open to meaning.
How funny, two letters undo
everything.
Every law, every linguistical
system--unfair.
Here where the dark undoes
our lips, we no longer
do late night things
but undulate
in the muddled swamp
of monosyllables
and the deep throat
of the guttural.
Without it, even unity
would still place I to you.
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