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 Marking of the Miles...





Swallow the pearl.
Consume the labor.
Eat the light.
Take in the difference.
Inject the trials.

Vomit up the lot,
Chew the remnants,
Savor as an experience.

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