i close conclude here resound myself compound myself to nought can’t sing can’t tell

i refuse i night unspringed unbound i break free at last in this book in this flight

i take flight spider and fly mineral and mine string in tune a psaltery a muse

nomorenomore i can't temper my tune i played fair i played right in this thirst

i unsalt i unstart unbegin i conclude close myself in the confines of the world the book ends the

bottom the edge the book the fate no trace remains no sequel no game of checkers or

chess blindman’s buff tic-tac-toe the book ends the world ends love

unfeathers and fades the quivering hand moves the table turns truth is the same as

lies facts as fiction filaments shears and lyre for the mind entirely turns to sapphire and

mother-of-pearl and going mad sings the bird inside where his song

is in tune and his blade more a tongue while the tongue more a blade laminates

here i split mouth and voice knotless point against the grain where i sang i don't

sing what is hot i turn cold a return roundtrip passing beyond

i resound i don't tell i don't sing i refuse i unbound my binder my note-

book mirrorbook of mine say of the book that i write in the end of book

one and if in the end of this one another one now is announcing the

next in the last which already the first terminates slavescribe inkwellman

monster old gay storyteller of baloneylegends here you end here

you cave in abracadabracrumble or commence opensesame and sevenstars

each of the sevenkeys sealing secrets near to you next to you next to

nothing youvoice youthreevariants your gay science oldplusold teller

of words of fibs of proverbs of chatter of parlay false wolf-

crier sharp envoy-er vicious user of bad habits and habitué of bad uses

youyoursyouwithme withuswithyou contingens est quod potest esse et

non esse all ends up in that mouth of the river of the book in that voice that thou of the book

saltimbocca book flowing out waterfalling at the end of that route of that river of no

return because in the going is a turn because in the going is return a roundtrip made

from winding made from wind made from stoppage from mirage from quill from

burlap from weavable weavery gossipy gaymonster running your mouth gulping down

your most garrulous solo here you collapse in this book-end where speech

curdles the hand trembles the ship gets stuck bluegreen master oldworn

word chewer word spewer word spender bender of slack words here you end endhere

you tripping stumble wisecrack knower of nots with your savoir gay your

riddles and your diddles your puzzles and your pillage pilferer of fables

counterfeiter of fairies loquaciousloon werewolfbraggart burper of swagger

brewer of science refiner of folly but your soul is saved

your soul is cleansed in this book that’s blanched like the morningest star

and when you take flight it takes a bite out of you when you lock it under key it

will open-manifold when you terminate it it transilluminates this dead tongue this

ill-starred luck the umbilicord that stuck you to the door for the book is your

old port faustinauspicious mabuse of speech persecuhounded by

mephistofamished creditors and thus you made it thus you wove it thus

you gave it and avrà quasi l’ombra della vera costellazione while the

mind rainbow-iris paradises in this manifoldbook e della doppia danza