To conclude that words are not a game is to acknowledge the realm of Necessity. No longer aggression, desire, or interest : awareness.

Something many postmodern philosophers argue we are no longer in a position to acknowledge (reality is fantasmal, a sub-Heraclitean chaos).

But poetry is not necessary. Not a philosophy.

Poetry admits Necessity; then plays with it like a toy. Maybe in this oscillation resides the authentic approach. Also maybe here lies the secret of the emotions, the affect. Free from pain; enslaved to pain. Joking on the scaffold - victory in defeat. The layered emotional effect of music. Both and.

When I sit or stand alone somewhere, in absolute quiet, & imagine speaking. "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." Poetry at the onset of time & space.