No sign is there,
That you are meaningful,
That you are collapsed.
No sign of flames, tower,
Words, fire.
Yet all frightened,
Yet, all said so many things
With their shadows
In their languages.
All said, all meaningless,
All burning, all named.
No vigilant eyes,
And all vanishing
With the stars.
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