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In the forest of words
countless life forms take shape
words nourish many creatures
and over time
eco-systems of language
evolve and mutate
All words feed off of each other
& silence is a primal ground
so when you enter semantic jungles
be alert
many words are out to seduce you
reduce you, & induce you
to buy-believe-sell-relieve
all sorts of things
through soothing sounds . . .
Poetry in particular is
a venus-fly-trap
whose honeyed sweetness
sticks to neural tracks
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Hear the author read this poem.
| Juanita: | Doesn't this seem like an anti-poem? |
| Jack: | I'm not sure, but the 'forest of literature' seems pretty crowded to me. Every written work is heading towards obscurity. |
| Shu: | That's okay. Forests maintain a balance of growth and decay. We are but grains in a vast cultural soil and influence those around us in unseen ways. |