Demonic Words (unfinished old poem that feels good as it is)

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As sundry as Kundry and the Vampire,
Smokey and the Bandit,
Garfunkel and Oates,
Speech abides through Silence.

The windmills are old friends,
and the piper at the gate
is the many and the dozen:

But Thirteen. 13 is the number of a Poet amongst an audience