He talked, and as he talked, wallpaper came alive
suddenly ghosts walked
and four door where five
callendars ran backward
and maps had mouths
ships whent tackward
in a great drowse
trains climbed trees
and soon dripped down
like honey of bees
on the cold brick town
he had wakened a worm
in the world's brain
and nothing stood firm
untill day again
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