‘we have so far to go, inside.”
the form of words has every place in her hands. letters function in composition as their supposed arrangement, only for her to use them as putty wherein then she plays upon their sound – ringing, ringing, ring-ing until some other meaning is meant. and, when the meant is achieved, you realize that you became a believer when you first heard the now, new word freed.
dopez as dope does? yes!