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I wrote the alphabet

With eager eager fingers

Nimble to the dance of the ink-sword

Oh, a rolling stone shall never collect moss

Shall never root back to the soil

And calm the jumpy nerve

Alphabets rewritten and confused

And confused

Bussoons all march a sinking sand

Step-by-step too deeo

To reach the ruby of a heart

Throbbing in the center  of the belly of the earth

Alphabets but crippled and confused

Forgotten like the moss collected

On all our bare foreheads

And written by the mighty sword

In all our quicksand hands