Dizzying Depths InterludeFirst Cut-up Version (Liminal Park Sequence)

And there his pale-eyed phantom loves to rove …

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

… higher garden of eden, Queen of the Twofold Being looking into light bridges … by the time he has traced his ordinary death, he came down upon the shores of which waking awareness is unaware, as visions, or mirages, or dreams …

… the waking eyes stare through him / the breeze brushing horizon, & a huge truncheon through the grey blue gloaming air & dream … country life, haven of attackers / mysterious barge & boats upon the coast of wales, a reality he is contemplating / chatter of some foreign speech, & gloaming air over them … a magick fight beyond the northernmost extreme of darkness, teaching the art of the liminal ditches, the sea-birds screamed over the sand gleamed imagery / their silent feral darts & leaps shift & change the surroundings / a power / magical islands / the realm of unseen man traces his way through the suit, invisibile man that sees many a cropped out & formed islet portalling into another world … he ravens beside the park bench … chagrin, sadness, & almost unknown entrance … a change necromancy through the land keeper of dark green wooded hills to ye knowledge, new environment, & links, the place told of nothing but glass / sitting quietly in a geography unknown to the waking gaze, the blue grey gloaming air & breeze & springs / is he tradition? … loss, but something of vision & imagery, the so-called shape-changing …

Liminal Park Crossway

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