The Hollow Way in the Dark Wold > This: The Supplement > The Old Poet

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At the last we are burnt through
to a sick determination: pulling in
the flesh is less mask than skull or a
baby's face. Your eyes are clear, resolutely
clear for what will be brought to you.

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The illumination bares us: stripped open
to lack & loneliness. This is the dark within
the real clean thing cancerous within what is shown us
as eternal being. The clear eye shuts.
You'll have to start again
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