I cannot speak
with you.

And yet words;
I still sing.

It is a strange song,
even to you;

but you hand back some coins
after I give you some coins
and then you give me some coins
back again and I feel the coins

and this time the coins: I can't count
with you; the coins make sense.

And I stumble towards the other space
to the right, give the affirmation
(in the form of a: coin
(plastic))

and there then the drink. Another stumble after.

Language.