1. Lazing on my back shade-bathing under the twinkling skirts of a Norway Spruce on a blazing, unbreatheable day in August. A vast, empty cathedral, cool, and dark and silent as stone, no rituals, no commandments, no Book, there under the the floating buttresses and the high groined ceilings, I arrive at the place where thoughts and dreams, forgetting to be this or that, play indistinguishably in the gloaming. 2. A flare of sunlight, out as soon as seen. another there, there, and slipping under, crashing through the pendant shadows, muttering, malodorous, en masse, everything I almost said but didn’t, that never made it past my teeth out to the land of the living.
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The Things I Almost Said but Didn't
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1. Lazing on my back shade-bathing under the twinkling skirts of a Norway Spruce on a blazing, unbreatheable day in August. A vast, empty cathedral, cool, and dark and silent as stone, no rituals, no commandments, no Book, there under the the floating buttresses and the high groined ceilings, I arrive at the place where thoughts and dreams, forgetting to be this or that, play indistinguishably in the gloaming. 2. A flare of sunlight, out as soon as seen. another there, there, and slipping under, crashing through the pendant shadows, muttering, malodorous, en masse, everything I almost said but didn’t, that never made it past my teeth out to the land of the living.