We linger in the sunlight
And the shades
Sounds of turning pages
Leave the turning points behind
We chew our senses away
Guard your winter life
You unsaying twelve
Echos of darkness
Shades of the unspoken
Librarians without alphabet
Fire fighters in the rain
I see corners and circles
Speak back to me
Tell the untold
Untell the told

Peter Selinger, Summer 1994

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