in the beginning was the word,/
that silver-tongued sword,/
as though birdsong
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in the beginning was the word,/
that silver-tongued sword,/
as though birdsong
Okay you got me. i cheated. the last poem was / too long. i didn’t think you were paying attention.
I want you to/
wander from room to room/
and look at the world from windows.