The tips
The edges
The play
Tips on the edge of play
Bad lines
Written worse
Hands caressing the words
The year of encounter
With the dead
With life
Love
Still at a distance from light
How long?
What for?
Her hands still ring in his
He had felt odd that day
Human walls
Affronting him
Overcrowded
Till it was over with the crowds
Over with her
Over with her
Over with his
"Keys given"
That's where it all started
In the leafy murmurs
It's now time
To fold it back
The passage at the end
Moving from A to THE
Finnegans Wake
Of love and all that spectral...
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