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Now that the proper instruments are arranged his time of inscription nears. He reads from the last page, backwards there to find the beginning. Whisking away the presumptions of page one as mere suggestibility; to read as the author reads is mission. Why follow the staged footprints? The book that neatly folds light between fine feathers keeps out of sight what he wants, headlong to reverse truth north, find relativity false to find the blazing word for "now."
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Ode to Ghazal
Now that the proper instruments are arranged his time of inscription nears. He reads from the last page, backwards there to find the beginning. Whisking away the presumptions of page one as mere suggestibility; to read as the author reads is mission. Why follow the staged footprints? The book that neatly folds light between fine feathers keeps out of sight what he wants, headlong to reverse truth north, find relativity false to find the blazing word for "now."
Sept 26, 2011
akr
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
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