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



Forever.





I've realized that things are simply wonderful
I've realized that things are carlessly formed
I have no forbodings
I have no forms

May the gods bless your foundations
May I trust in your fate
Never to budge
never to HATE

Forever more
Forever at ease
Foreve humble
Forever peace
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