TELEGRAPH LINES
Right to the oceans with this great oasis, the
lines of the sky criss-crossed on the land : out,
off the water, the telegraph pole seems slanted
and falling, but it's just the tidal damage of some
seventy-five long years - and every word was heard.
Births and deaths and the marriages in between.
Jaquelard butterfly seascape phantom; what
last stories have you told and have you heard?
My only solace is the silence between your words.
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('But sure these lines don't talk; perhaps you
mean the telephone lines, instead?' And
yes then if I do so what - all the same
intention of the Man, and the message).
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