Without Thee (an acrimonious analysis)

[trailertrash]

How uncanny,
to think of
a world sans toi -
purgation of punctuation
could not inflict
such conspicuous havoc.

Contractions, no doubt,
would concur with
controlling our cant
(historically, individually rapt),
without our common
familiar to assist us at this
idiomatic loom, on which
is spun a yard of yarns -
impractically, magically.

A dictionary, null,
a vocabulary void;
why, I can hardly stomach
what limns now infract,
dissonantly, upon my vision
and aural canals . . .
Ach! Otalgia!