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



Le Lampe-Tempête...





Udoubtedly it will occur in the eve.
Lest nature resolves to extend.
Contained quietly from those who leave.
Having realized the affect it shall have on them.


Unique it will be, in very own right.
Passage developed for furry unknown.
Buinesses still in midst of the flight.
While I and you make haste alone.
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