There Are No Titles Here

There Are No Titles Here

A Story by Temporary
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Words flow like water expelled like air because there is no other way

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Words flow like water expelled like air because there is no other way
How many words needed to say one word when you can't say the single word
Endless descriptions because the single words do not come to mind
I suppose I could paint a picture even sketching fast would be too slow
Speaking of ideas expounded there are no titles here no key words
It is all descriptions of the past present future and alternate time trails
I can't name that word because nothing but the definitions come to mind
Everything on the tip of my tongue and further back in time always hidden
Searching for the definiendum the word that is being thoroughly described
Imagine life not being able to connect single words to their definitions
You know all the definitions and all the words so long as they reside in definitions
Without talking the words sometimes pop up when visually looking at something
And you can say what it's not that's the easy part knowing what it isn't
No confusion as describing the object or action means you know what you are saying
No need for interpretations by the listening parties you would like to think
But keyed to defining moments each word a title representing a chosen statement 
You soon lose them all a floundering as they wait for words that never come up
I speak in definitions what do I know of single words with socially agreed meanings
People stop listening after a while too hard to keep up when the endless descriptions
Key words shorten everything making mockery of descriptions embedded with warnings
Anyone who speaks speech where every word is a key word is crowned not forgotten
The object of the definition lost in a sea of words because itself is also part of a definition
In a sea of words the points and anchors disappear as thoughts unconnected combine
Fairy tales and fables regain their cloak of reality as misleading headers sink out of sight
Whatever happens here the echo goes through ten dimensions to get back in again
And when it reappears it is in another definition hoard the profits and microbes multiply

© 2014 Temporary


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Imagine life not being able to connect single words to their definitions

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Added on August 25, 2014
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Temporary
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