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 NamingYou ’re not lostYou ’re right hereLook — your stack of unread booksYour pile of old scrubsIf you feel lostIt ’s usually just becauseYou ’ve haven’t the wordsTo describe where you are The act of naming Is always orientingAdam was granted this powerSo he would know he ' d left the Garden of EdenYou don ’t have to force Old tongues on new worldsTake a deep breath And let your tongue twist the airMake a list Of all your neologismsConstruct a grammarAnd a world emerges you can map In old growth forestsThe trees and mossesAlready know what to call you 5/25/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 25, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs