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[mrtilley]

William Gibson wrote a poem about his father who passed away when Gibson was six years old.

Here's the link for the text in full.

http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/source/agrippa.asp

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[archethereal]

Walking home
through all the streets unmoving
so quiet I could hear the timers of the traffic lights a block away:
the mechanism. Nobody else, just the silence
spreading out to where the long trucks groaned
on the highway their vast brute souls in want.

You and I were married there in the streets, the souls in want. I can feel it. I can taste it. I'm so glad you're here. I love you.