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I dashed this poem off quickly while waiting for people in a car, parked in a place where I saw downtown buildings looming ahead. -Leaving the Holy Tower- On the stone steps of a European city the old man in a black suit gave me his eye a gift of his lens an abstract personified object diffusing light more clearly communicating his experience than 1,000 calculated concrete words. I wore the eye like a uniform and tapped its cold glass touching for the first time the cold clear surface always surrounding me.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 19:00:54 +0000

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