By the window

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There's a man there
by the window.

And he's speaking
with such precision
you can see the letters spit forth into air
shiny newborne
serifs spinning.

And his words are just hanging out there
piling up there
in a loose stack
by the window
free dialog for the taking.

I'll pass.

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November 15, 2004

Itto Ogami

you know what they say…there is no such thing as a free dialogue. prices paid for ear renting and tongue lashing.
“A face at the WINDOW,
A tap on the pane;
Who is it that wants me
Tonight in the rain?”
—Richard Henry Stoddard, The Messenger at Night

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