inform
the work,
the poetry,
the themes...
the coloration...
granular texture...impending transcendance...
the words work to inform....
slinging, slanging
giving up their less-than-secrets...
slanging, slinging
an analytical curse
a behemoth of a mumbler of moribundant minutiae...
back to work...
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I would like to translate this poem