poem abt wrds

words in the brain,
words in the mind,
I can’t spit ‘em out;
they’re hard to find.

inebriate me,
and they’ll overflow,
all the low frequency ones,
“larcenous”, “spiffle” and “Jean-Jacques Rousseau”.

but for the infinite meanings,
one word could get,
I have a hidden layer for yours,
in my neural net.

words in the brain,
words in the mind,
I’ll prime yours,
if you prime mine.

high in arousal,
low in emotion,
they’re the orthographic code,
to my devotion.

Zipf’s Law, you know the score,
slide me down your distribution,
you’re common as muck,
but you got verbal resolution.

walk me round your phonological neighbourhood,
I don’t care for the size,
just don’t
devise,
disguise,
or prise,
me from those eyes.

they come concrete,
they come abstract,
I only want yours,
morpheme packed.

but for the infinite meanings,
one word could get,
we have a hidden layer for ours,
caught in our neural net.

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