a stretch without words

Ayn Merrell

for the return

of runaway vassals

And the ruins of

Walls

covered with notices

and inscriptions

completely without words

into the line of vision

of excited text.

And images hollering vacantly

The faded remnants

of paint

Peeking out.

Rarely are they wishing....

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