I like mashed neeps and tatties
and odd locutions—the otiose pursuits
of an idle mind in the age of Catullus—
yet, a creature of modest means,
the day I discovered the fear of ignorance,
I asked, ‘What if we no longer try
making our utterances perspicuous to ourselves?’—
fully aware that I can’t quite see the difference
between a rose and a cauliflower.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
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