He steps beyond the border of the "The,"Into the bleached and blinding blank of "Null,"Where meaning is a ghost he cannot see,Within the hollow of a verbal skull.The scholar’s boots leave ink-blots on the floor,Of this non-spatial, silent, silver room,As he seeks out the secret, hidden door,That leads into the Footnote’s narrow tomb.No adjectives can reach this sterile height,No nouns can anchor the wandering soul,In this domain of unrefracted light,Where parts are never gathered to the whole.He breathes the static of the unexpressed,With the weight of the Alphabet upon his chest.
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