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transitive

 i used to think the transitivity of verbs was like romance
i (a subject) take you, or you take me (as an object)
defined already through transitivity.
i take you (there)
or i take (missing) (missing)
or i play (the piano)

then i thought transitivity of verbs was like valence
missing electrons in individual shells, 
filled up by an incomprehensible spdf rhyme-scheme

then i thought transitivity of verbs was illusory
i present (you) with (thing)
i present (you) to (infinity)
i shower (you) with (love)
i pointed (it) at (you)

and that i could say
i sleep you to dreams
or otherwhere illusory.

or the sevan kaarak classes
i could fit any construction
in a new logic
i play (you) to (infinity) through (trees) in order (to sleep).  

we can just use language however we please really
and things that aren't understood now
can still feel like something.

a new action-class

is always just around the next turn from
use

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