To The Addict Of Memory
"He thinks: I lie at a margin beyond which no man can see. But who have I been for 86 years, for all this time? So much still to be completed. The melancholy of the incomplete coincide with no certainties. I will not sleep easy in the dust. I join all that is ramshackle and tossed away. A cruel God to destroy the beauty of the song. My work, interrupted, marked ' Unfinished due to Death'. The mystery upon the streets is that the visible exists. Drains away the dancing mind. The panic-stricken skeleton cocks a bone ear. That is the sound of the senses wagging their wings to flee. Who partitioned me from me? I know that colout corresponds inexplicably to changes of mood, that there intuition beyond reason and that everything is plainly audible to the addict of memory."
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