There Are No Titles HereA Story by TemporaryWords flow like water expelled like air because there is no other wayWords 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
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StatsAuthorTemporaryNew EnglandAboutLooking for paths of environmental feedback flowing between the world and minds of all kinds. more..Writing
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