The Achievement of Warbling

My, what warbles! We warble so sweetly to each other, to all men and women, and our warblings are echoed back to us, just as sweetly, as if under order by the Grand Boomerang. The Grand Boomerang knows: what beauty in the box of the voice! In its linkage to our war lungs, to our tired minds. What a literary escape is sleep, I say...what jewels are dreams...what frightening bliss it is to watch each other cry...if only we could spend all day asleep, crying, warbling...