sometimes ten dollar words are the only kind that get the job done/ and lots of compliments may be paid but they're not for everyone./ in the spirit of being specific it helps to speak the truth if you imagine someone listening/ what plato's cave makes impossible revived by metaphor./ and it's not so much that you were there for every revelation/ just that you helped me believe in the purpose of translation./ and that was a faith that pulled me kicking and screaming/ down one corridor and up another until it was a game/ i didn't have to play alone.
