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Unviewed—First Version (Liminal Park Sequence)
Although middling & unapparent, undescried & silent, he is there, sometimes wistfully smiling, waking awareness wholly unaware of his presence, though he is aware of everything which is there or not there, everything which should, or could, or might be there, everything which is unheeded or unbeheld , everything which waking awareness is unaware of.
And so he sits there, on the park bench, alone & afar in his drab grey suit, unthought-of grey man which sees the multifarious sides of the landscape, while the greensward is brushed by «the wind that blows between the Worlds».
And so he sits there, on the park bench, alone & afar in his drab grey suit, unthought-of grey man which sees the multifarious sides of the landscape, while the greensward is brushed by «the wind that blows between the Worlds».