Taking a handful of words in the half-light,
he shook them, scattered them,
gathered the pieces, shook again.
The people watched in wonder
at his bardic dexterity.
Then,
just as they had begun to suspect
he might have lost the plot, suddenly
in a great cawing of rooks and crashing of waves
the Poem emerged from his word-sack
to challenge the sun in its new-day brightness.
And they knew in that golden instant
that nothing in their lives could ever
be ordinary again.
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