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



"To the Hills Afar!" He cried...









I am lost
in the
faint
light
of this and
of the fear that
change delivers unto
me, such a wild
and helpless
servant of
such a
deep,
thick
existence.
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