Lost; all the words--syllables, 

every sound hollows;

 

there was breath repeated,

satiating the sting of life,

 

was a rhythmic progression

drawing out the silent thoughts, 

 

immutable transmutations,

the pulsing of sustenance

 

exhausted searching of

the inconstant constancy,

 

each sound swept silent

each sign left open, naked

 

with each inscription meaning

meaning and meaning nothing
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