Words search for solace.
For people, words are
Often solace, sweet.
But in people, words
Never find solace.
Bloody animals.
Words try to stay cold,
To refrigerate
To pure abstractions,
But that’s the trouble.
Words must always leave
Other words behind.
Words envy numbers,
How they can imply,
Through their maneuvers,
The others, even
The infinite rest.
That would be solace.
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