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Knives that slice a spider's thread
Or hack a corner from a cloud
Take away the air instead
Or no more than an insect shroud.

Better to use tongues to bash
Against the walls of strand and haze;
None evades the mighty slash
Of deftly wielded turns of phrase.

Knowledge hides until it's caught,
Until our language makes it show.
Mighty blades are void of thought;
Our words must tell us what we know.