When you have word-deficiency diabetes,
Three teaspoonfuls of words
I put in your blood and mix them in well,
At the same time I blow in breath
So that I cool it quickly and
Then I put the edge of the cup
To my lips.

Meanwhile I hold the cup
With both hands,
Gripping it tight.

And when I put the empty cup
On the ground and from the bottom of it
I hear some hesitant
Sounds rising up,
I feel in them
The linguistic
Sweetness
Of the sugar I added.