Snape Made out of Words

This current of the assotiative row, can not say nothing more concrete than: dim cogitations about sensuality, Snape and Alise in wonderland. I have named it too parallel to "Men Made out of Words" by Wallace Stevens

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Men Made out of Words

What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?

Castratos of moon-mash—Life consists
Of propositions about life. The human

Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,

By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.

The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.

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