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



Confirmation to the Spinning Shimmer...


























A dinner party concluded.
A child asleep upstairs.
A set of heads, drowsy from vermouth.
A captured layer of time's continuation of self with no regard for your waiting words:
"Lydia, your soul shines through and into my chest forcefully and crisp. Don't ever stray to far away from me darling and I will promise safety in my grasp until the dirt demands our return.
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