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Today, I envision a poem written
In a language I cannot speak
Or understand, so it may be just
So much nonsense, so much sound
Signifying little or less than the
Bard envisioned in a language he
Manipulated so grandly and eloquently
My poem is cacophony, rhythm and perhaps
Rhyme, but it is a language I cannot speak
It is a poem both glorious and misconstrued.
Where do I begin speaking in tongues?
Who will repeat my words, memorize my
Message when this project ends with a
Simple finis? Will it just be the end?
Tamara, really 