and i see things, in steam and skulls and strains of kings of spain.
the colors of an orchestra, the sound of courage, heart;
things, my happy semi-charmed tiny life, these marvellous things and not-things.
i am a ragged red and a curious cur, and happiness is mine.
Friday, December 30, 2011
for a moment now the whisps clear from my anciented eyes
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