The Archon reaches through the blurred glyphs,To catch the falling punctuation marks,That tumble down from metaphysical cliffs,Like dying embers or like frozen sparks.He sees the commas curling into dust,The periods like pits of gravity,Where all the iron laws of logic rust,In pits of semantic depravity.He gathers up the bones of dead declensions,The femurs of a long-forgotten verb,To shore up the collapsing, tall dimensions,And every wayward, wild noun to curb.But skeletal remains of speech are dry,Beneath the weeping of the syntax sky.
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