in a library full of books
books full of words
I find nothing to say
tree the wind sets all aquiver
you haven't died to make a book
newest newspapers bound to sticks
the man and woman each
shielding their faces behind events
she puts on her glasses
turns to face
the wall of mysteries
he puts on his glasses
to examine the piece
that fell off them
judging by the clock
how much hunger I'll have to fill
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