NOTHING WAS IN PLACE BUT AT THE SAME TIME - TO BE SURE, MARVELOUSLY SURE - ON THE FLOOR OR ON THE CEILING, UNDER THE BED OR FLOATING IN A WASHBASIN, THERE WERE STARS AND CHUNKS OF ETERNITY, POEMS LIKE SUNS

They can go soak their heads.

There is something called time, Rocamadour, it's like a bug that just keeps on walking.

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"All night I was climbing out of the grave of myself getting only as far as assigning the name "grave."

She closes her eyes and hits the bull's eye.

RETURNING THE BULL TO THE SEA AND THE SEA TO HEAVENS

Dreaming only other men's dreams

AN EPIDERMIC DECISION

Shake off the water of your dream

When I am near her I am nearer things which are near her

Those idle gloomy afternoons I know so well how to spend

WHENEVER I HAPPEN TO BE THERE, I FEEL THE DESIRE TO GO ELSEWHERE GRADUALLY EBBING OUT OF ME, I HAVE TO STRUGGLE AGAINST MYSELF TO GET FREE FROM A GENTLE, OVER-INSISTENT, AND FINALLY, CRUSHING EMBRACE

THE RIDICULOUS, TERRIBLE WAITING, IN WHICH WE DO NOT KNOW WHICH OBECT TO MOVE, WHICH GESTURE TO REPEAT-WHAT TO DO IN ORDER TO MAKE WHAT WE ARE WAITING FOR HAPPEN

To confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.

So in the future, the sister of the past, I may see myself as I sit here now but by reflection from that which then shall be,