Nonsense Verse #2

What beast am I?

These are beastly whispers.
I hear them being said.

I’m cold and trodden,
milk-sodden:
the irony of the dead.

But who shall wake
the sleeping gurgles

that gurgle in
the Gorgon mind?

Who shall talk
in bittersweet symphones,
running out of time?

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