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Please allow me.  Thank you.  What
You'll soon hear's my birthday song, the sound
Of something obscure in the forest going down with no one around
But us metaphors.  What?  At

This level of abstraction details
Lose relevance; grammar
Takes over to explain
The echoes in my facial expression, pleased at the meeting.
Thank you.  For example

A system of syntactic elements might
Resemble a bucket of snakes or what I found
In my funhouse mirror.  Empty phrases may crowd
Me like fat ghosts if you know what

I mean.  I cling like a tiny mammal to the feeling
Of my throat constricting and ready
To growl and hope you guess what.  Thank you.