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Extend long, needy fingers

deep down through pulpy folds

near the hypothalamus

or pituitary gland

feel there the surprised word

yet unformed, squeeze it

between the thumb and forefinger

until its diminutive voice weeps

with the complicated cry of a castrato.

Separate it from its fleshy place,

situate it by the others who have spoken

their pain on being found,

and you have the beginnings

of a poem.