This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
--T.S. Elliot
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout ?
Will it bloom this year ?
--T.S. Elliot
I think we are in Rat's Alley,
where the dead men lost their bones.
--T.S. Elliot
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
--T.S. Elliot
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
--T.S. Elliot
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