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Silver white and black images on the screen. We translate them back into the reality that memory proposes Transforming the silver into sever...
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Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mulch Eyes tracking my footsteps beca...
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Lost in the debris of secular life The Holy Fool wears a mitre But cannot tell you why. I am not a priest, I am not a prophet; I have never ...
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