Fresh out of a Silence that did evict him,
The Word came looking for another victim,
Another Wholeness to tear apart
With the mesmerising Verbal Art.
Word cut like a knife and split Whole asunder,
Creating noun lightning and adjective thunder,
Then deployed a few verbs to conjure up flow
And make it appear One could be, have and go.
But it all seemed too smooth, so before too long
Word arranged every thing into right or wrong
And they fought and they bickered and took up swords,
As is often the way when The Word becomes words.
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