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THE SMOOTH WHEEL OF DISINTEGRATION WINDS IN ME AROUND AND AROUND. I GO. UNLEARN, RELEARN A MILLION HANDS MEET IN PRAYER AND THEIR ECHO PREPARES TO DISEMBOWEL ME.- THE TONGUE IN MY EAR HAS DRIVEN ME MAD. GAZING UPWARDS, THINKING OF THE MOUNTAIN, THEN THE BODY IS DASHED UPON THE STONES. BLED, MOANING, SILENTLY REFUSED.... |
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WHAT I SAW, WANDERING SHORELINES AND WOODED HILLS: THE DARKENED WIZARD, SCEPTRE IN HAND. I HEARD THE LAND GROAN. I FELT THE GREAT TREES' BREATH SPILL OVER ME. I SAW FEATHERED ARMS MOVE, A MILLION EYES OPENING, IN WELCOME. I FELT THOSE EYES ON ME, AND I WENT MAD WITH FEAR. I HAD BEEN CAUGHT UP IN THE LABYRINTH OF ANOTHER'S DREAM: CREATING THAT DREAM AND LIVING IT FOR HIM. FOR ONE NIGHT OR FOREVER, I WANDEED A FAIRY-TALE WORLD, DISTORTED AND DARK, A WORLD OF CRESCENT TREES, WIDE HILLS AND MEADOWS, A WINDING STAIRCASE. THE SERPENT CODE COILING ITS SLITHERING TAIL... I COULD FEEL IN AN INSTANT THIS FRANKENSTEIN'S CREATURE I'D RESURRECTED, RETURN AND RAVAGE THESE TISSUES, THESE TAPESTRIES. IT WAS THE CACKLING LAUGHTER OF SOME STRANGE BIRD. AD I'D MET MYSELF IN A DREAM, AT MIDNIGHT, IN A FOREST, IN THE TREES. |
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