Words fell in a glitter of dust
All of them were mostly luminous
Stitching together a tissue of blood and sinew
The teeth of the jabberwock came too near to this one
All along the riverbank the collected speech of the countrymen piled
In the enchanted silence it had no where else to go
The piles began to stink and spew gases
The words died and decayed
Only the most basic were left
When the enchantment was finally broken

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