Feed me I said and I was fed
Strong meat wine and bread
Bless me I said and I was read
Firm words to wake the dead
And lo the dead did shine in books
Just as I was assembling my mind
Trying to picture its delicate
Mechanisms and possible purposes
Its dials like a radio its lights
And I could switch the stations
Control the volume if not the static
But where is the signal coming from
These someone else's words I speak
As if they could strike me dumb
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