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The root tops the trunk on this backward thing, that grows in the winter and dies in the spring.
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
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.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.