The only major edit I have done is to leave off the last four lines of the original poem because, frankly, I can't puzzle out what they had to do with the rest of the poem. They were:
It is the constant
oscillation
between hope and dis-
couragement.
Words, rhythm, triggering phrases
voices in the wilderness
make straight the path of God or
voices in the bed at night
whispering.
Thoughts punishable if spoken
or read
or felt
said here in secret language.
The replies not made the pleas
made in silence
or not made at all.
The strengthened voices
coming out of despair
or sorrow
or ecstatic joy.
Such is what we do at night
at our clacking typewriters
or at lunch on napkins or envelopes.
Hurried scribbles while we listen,
souls vivisected.
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