Who would stun the man, full of words, as the initiation absorbs him? Who would roll the wordless man out from the satchel of the tramp and tell him that the world has been re-created? Who would burn in the stead of the unwanted man who cries out the name of his children when the sun turns red? Who would fascinate the beggars with stories of their success? Who brings the world to him with a wink and a nod? Who would insist that heaven is an invisible city caught in the net of our innocent lies? The morning does not break easily for the man whose words can not form answers. He lies in his cold bed and dreams the guilty man will come and take him far away.