03 Dec The Fall Of Babylon
When Babylon’s false edifice truly falls,
And its rampart of broken words collapse.
We will not grieve for its tumbling walls,
Or mourn that its reign of division has lapsed.
For words will no longer enclose and divide,
Their meaning deception and separation.
Speech will no longer merely ornament and hide
In foreign parsing and blinding partitions.
Every word and thing truly speak,
Sounding forth to name itself.
Its articulation no longer irresolute or weak:
All will then be known like tolling bells.
Michael Ferrel
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