September 1999
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In Canto For The Fearless Thought
There is a song in every verse of your smile; like festive dancers they ripple out of you.— Solemn performers that demand a whole stage for their singular and self-effacing acts.—
Like waves that spread over still water with rings that expand peacefully and fade away. Serene whispers that are the pure contagion of the efferent eyes you softly impale me with.
As if your gaze was...