Hello, then, you at the front, yes you

With the puzzled blinkers. If you like

I’ll make arrangements for you to sit

Here with me on the other side

Of language for a spell. In a way

You’ll see it from the inside and as

The quick stations of silence slide

Past our ears, we might, I might

Slip you a message to take back.

…

You are with me here behind the alphabet

Silence has raked and chosen us from.

W.S. GRAHAM (From Aimed at Nobody)