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… whilst he sits quietly on a park bench in a drab grey suit, grey blue eyes looking blankly around as twilight draws near, parents & children & joggers & loafers & walkers with dogs are not aware of him, as he seems to shift otherwhen through ye rifts...
… 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,...
… as tracing a way over a map, he walks, tracing the grassy tracks, dwelling on the windy crossways, crossing wooden bridges & crumbled ditches, tracing on along the tracks, standing still over the throbbing dewy green turfy triangle between two crossways,...
… whilst blue grey fluid thickens in the time of his outward slumber unhearthly grim gloomy half-naked red warriors with long black hairs and mysterious M letters inscribed within the round anaglyphs hanging from their necklaces arise out from the nether...
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...
A new star lighting the Lethean stream, A new song mixed into the song supreme Made of all souls of singers and their might, That makes of life and time and death a dream. (Algernon Charles Swinburne, Memorial verses on the Death of Theophile Gautier)...
… for a long time a spy on her land, on the mysterious sea lit by stars … … built there a temple dedicated to the underworld gateway —a sacred spring or well, a cup, attended by a sisterhood of nine for those who sail towards the mysterious realms and...
She fled & vanished, sensing that the white shape had a suspect, even though it was not at all certain it had seen her. She felt what was searched by those horrible white things—the secret burden. It had slipped under the wet, fallen leaves, down the...
Hunted down in the rainy night, she ran inside a body that was not her body—yet. A runaway girl, not herself, but as she were herself. She felt a weary heart, woe, panting breath, the weight of a secret burden, while the rain seemed to melt her long black...
stars/sky/sea/the land—wells and springs scanning strangely through a dim dark doorway dreamily steering towards a shape-changing sea stars/sky/sea/the land—wells and springs ghostly doorkeeper of the goddess knowing the ways of the unknown stars/sky/sea/the...