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"For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall Bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm."

i needed an eye opener
and was handed an electric one.

There once was a That
that lived, and lived to hide.

I think I found it once,
but then again,
That part of me always lies.

what happens
if i forget to breathe
and the world and
my life
flash past me?

will i be dazed with
wonderment,
locating the lost? or,

rejoice in the years
and look forward to
what's to come?

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