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From the Park BenchFirst Version (Liminal Park Sequence)
… grey black hooded crows hops & caws around him among the green grass, not afar, not anear, sometimes looking at him with glossy black eyes, & the grey middling man smiles to the hooded crows hopping & fluttering beside the park bench where he sits alone, not anear, not afar, & he talks silently with some green-eyed feline deities under the dark green shade of the scattered bushes waving in the purple dusk breeze which roams brushingly over the greensward like a flight of the Night-borne ones …