Sonic words

I return to spit freshly ground words into my poetry
And look up thimble ,quotidian,high sounding words
To catch the world in acoustic grasp, its emptiness
Gathered in porous canvas bags in a few sonic words.
This way I try to catch the world by its own words
By the very sonic words that have made the world.

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