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



Luna and the Welcoming ...

For the fiends and for the finds of the remnants of the times.
It is you and I that must finally decide.

For the weak and for the wasted left for self-proclaimed stakes
It is you and I that shielded sharpened fates.

For the blue and for the velvet, for the here and for the now.
It is you and I tell it, walking in cold and frigid cells.

The lamps at dawn still on though she has come and gone.
Nineteen-fifty-three, is the mask that I shall don.
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