August. 19, 1974
1:00 p.m.
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
What Are Words But A Hindrance to
Communication
Essay Two
I want to say I love you
I practice wholeheartedly to my friends
I look upon my inhibitions
And try to throw it all away
Then I will find a doorway
And a better way to close it
I reap no harvest from the words I speak
And time is but convention
And words get clouded by my thought
And thinking about you
Clouds my speech
My motions
And my emotions
I try to say it all on paper
As I'll try to say it all to you
But closeness isn't measured by degrees
Of metered speech
And you can't second-guess
What's in my heart.
It's always so difficult
When strangers try to bridge their chasm
Of unintelligibility
So often one of them will tumble
off the edge.
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