Unfragile Language User

On the two feet of language
firm standing can be found
without an inbound or inboard
motor or assistance.

That is theory.
The true exponent
smells like two
while being more one.

And a conifer falls in the forest,
I am there, riding it to the ground.
Lost, lost, unfound.
Re-sound.

The sound can be a musical guide.
Say your lines before
you sing them.
Do not read this poem.

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