He spoke in tongues of salt and shattered glass,A heteroglossia of dark intent;He watched the seasons of the spirit pass,In every sigh a hidden argument.The architecture of his mind dissolved,Into a slurry of unsorted tropes;The problems of the world remained unsolved,Drowned in a sea of lexicographic hopes.He clutched a single word against his chest—A secret verb that could perhaps restoreThe world to its quiet, uninterpreted rest,And close the heavy, ink-bespattered door.But even that last word began to fade,Into the very shadow he had made.
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