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[eskabat]

"...the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the
wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated
into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of
them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air."

Comments

[paully]

hollow men indeed

still remeber from seventh gradde;;

[eskabat]

eyes I dare not meet in dreams
in deaths dream kingdom
these do not appear
there, the eyes are
sunlight on a broken column
there, is a tree swinging
and voices are
in the winds singing
more distant and more solemn
than a fading star.

And we are the Music Makers

[paully]

It will be cool to hear ya recite this

!

paully m