187

no tower of babel was required. he understood nothing anyone said
in any language. not even any of the nonsense he himself continually
spewed. but, dumbfounded, might this not have been a heaven too?

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186

his was the surest of paths,
futility never needed to be sought.

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185

mornings would always elude him
—there was simply no awakening.

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184

some sought symbols,
but found only things.
others sought things,
but found only symbols.
he, however, remained unsure
and would not settle for either.

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183

he suspected that he had entered a new phase
—one in which it would appear that nothing,
absolutely nothing, had changed.

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182

his limp only became apparent
when he sat completely still.

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181

sitting on the side of the road,
he would once again find himself
enveloped in a fog of clarity.

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