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I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
The sun bakes them, the hand breaks them, the foot treads on them, and the mouth tastes them.
A red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when it is touched.
What can be measured but not seen?
I have many feathers to help me fly. I have a body and head, but I'm not alive. It is your strength which determines how far I go. You can hold me in your hand, but I'm never thrown.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?