THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Hurled Stone into the Eye of Everything...

Everything, please don't fall upon me all at once.

Stagger your layers so that I may have the opportunity to appropriately respond.

Handle me like David prepared with his sling and chosen stone.

...with Rhapsody in Blue crackling from a brass horn.
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