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Through a hole in ground
he fell
into a faded room.
Many people are there.
All talking.

Some're gesturing their hands awkwardly,
distorting their faces -
to help the words.

Not a word could he understand.
They all became a hum,
that made his body shiver.

God, is there anything else?

Keep on looking.
Keep on looking.

In accord they all repeated.
This is poem from my second book of poems, written 1979 year, and published 1983 year.
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