He could Stop

Published: September 15, 2023

He could stop, but how does he know?

That the letters will no more flow?

In his honeycomb mind

That promises no moulding their dazzling glow

They keep coming in a chaos

Jibber jabber, unwilling to halt

How to make them stop?

These sigils, these notes, Songs from up top!

Straight from the larynx of the lord.

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