STOOD TO SPEAK IN CONFUSION the eye dividing itself in thirds one for flame one for ashes one for reading every document a page on which are listed all the troubles typical of me there was a blind time and a time a voice spoke gravely in dead languages of an eye black with soot and impenetrable dreams between tick and tick comes the sound of wait and the idea of eternity as happiness but how unhappy are the immortals with the long delay imposed by warding off their removal not used to being blind I think I still see that wasn't that wasn't me speaking the shouting you heard next door it's over sit down
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