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AND SIFTING THROUGH THE SHARPENED PIECES OF MY VISION WHICH CHANGES
WITH EACH NEW LIGHT,I HOLD A COLORED FRAGMENT TO MY EYE AND SEE AGAIN ERNEST
WITH HIS LONG, GREY BEARD AND HAIR, LIKE WILLIAM BLAKE SITTING IN A SOHO
COFFEE BAR WITH HIS BAG OF BOOKS ON ASTROLOGY…. |
