Fiction | June 01, 1982

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It is true that I have not been able to utter more than a madman’s sound since my eyes beheld the sight.  I’ve lost speech.  And so they have asked me to write.  Since you are a poet, write, they told me.  Little do they know what they might get.  Little, even, do I.

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