looking for poem name: "Words are the enemy, you say. To trust the antic, wayward movements of the tongue is..

Question

what the fool must do because he must. Beloved listen, I have walked among the sounds and shapes of words, their colors, all the long unsilent days..." I can't remember the rest of the poem, but I think it might be by ee cummings. HELP! I'd love to have this! Thanks to whoever can get me the rest of it or who its by and its title!

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i couldn't find it. however, it is not e.e. cummings.

here is a collection of e.e. cummings' poetry:
http://www.poemhunter.com/ee-cummings/poet-6588/