XVI
“But where is the enemy coming from?” Amid wandering
madmen & visionaries, there are “visions which compel
belief” and to defy them is senseless raving. But how it
came amazeth all Communion. Beyond the border, they
have always been beyond the border: campaigns in other
lands that make captive our language, binding with cord
both subjects & objects. Whisper & hush. Bitter glottals
barely sounded never will be heard. Never ending this epic
& scarcely felt. Figures to be forgotten. And then. April
draws near. “The sweetness of sun in spring on grass is
death.”
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