EIGHT
How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary
gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with
no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead
gestures of dolls.

                                        ~William Faulkner, "As I Lay Dying"
deep waters
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becoming
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sofia transfixed/night of the archons
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night of all souls
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nearer
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NINE
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