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Charles Ardinger 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.