The Crowd sang with the Singer
The sweat
Descended.
Disjointed words not even to a line grown
Syllables overturned
Yet in their Over-turning
There be the Seeds of their Rising
Their Reforming'
For in Reforming do we not use
The former building blocks too
But shift and rattle them?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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