where crowds of words
never otherwise seen or
heard together are rushing
to their gates strolling to their exits
perched on the door-mouths
the vowel-forms disentangling
awkward roars of words lifting
off heavily or landing lightly
along the runway tongues
in the cities of words
trailing off to the mute outskirts
to the empty forests and lakes
where words are falling
deafly on other words
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