The Invisible Tongue of Being
He found, that, throughout the day He spoke the language of being itself— Where each screech of the enforcer’s gun Was a syllable, decipherable, and the pigeons Were dull words, strung out along wires In dull sentences, and the rats poured forth Like adjectives to modify the filth of the city. All along the streets, the streetlam…
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