From the Bestiary
Issue #56
Winter 1991-92
1. . . .the architect throwing his hands into the fire, the faint inscription on the tongue the invisible one, without wings, without shoes, calling out, slowing almost to a halt summaries of dust recalled in redemption, music reconstructed ceaselessly...
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