11

You will have no companion
But the heap of your words

10

Those rungs are unsafe
that tongue that was used
altered at an end

9

try it, or better, try a ladder--
rise in the present

8

one comes to language
from afar, the ear ponders,
swishes into town

7

One word, whose word, could be said
perhaps blend of "fray" and "fazzle"

6

Just waiting for
my power to be recognized--
Lighten our darkness.

5

reimagined, the world expands
language is not something static

4

the man had been hanging
friends thought he was doing an art piece
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