Walking the Plank

I'm floundering in words -- words like systemic material risk nondepository institution subsidiary.  I'm walking the plank and the sea is full of them, snapping at me.  But I keep walking, do not jump, as I tame them, I must, one by one, into pods, comprehending.  A few will leak on my page, leaving stains to remove.  Okay, for if perfection were possible or desirable, the plank would be empty.

"Right?" says Virginia.  "Wrong.  Jump.  You and I are getting nowhere."