Everything the Stranger Saw

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Not a sentence came to completion
and starved of words,
miserly,
he waited by the symphonies
that now flurried
in the music of silence:
an adorable aberration to speech.

The dance, in vain delight,
of circumsized vowels
and chopped consonants
glued to the upper wall of his mouth
and he could not move his tongue,
terrified of the taste of reluctant adage.

So he blinked instead
and saw tacit dialogues shred
in the glare of cunning eyes,
which eloquently narrated lies.