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Alone & Dreaming (Scrap Torn Out From An Automatic Writing Try)
… to the eyes of the lucky ones which can see her at a crossway & feel the somber light of her eyes & hear the sad voice of her lips, the wake world’s emptiness ebb & wane faintly …
… she walks adreaming, her walking forerun by showers & her song heard lonely in the storm along the shores between the worlds like howling wind kissing her lips—a fragment of her song heard in the roar of the surf & the crying of flying seagulls & trembling of green sounds in the blue shades of a gloaming forest quietly awaiting her coming in a dream …