Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: The Crest & Collapse For Chris, with love Then gaining the airport I checked in & got the other mundanes out of the way the ticketman seeming a statue lacking sleep his dull words forcing open his mouth I found my way to the false oak & brass bar the barman just animate enough for comparison so that I found myself somewhat more Lazarus I thought of beaches deep in evening the droning crash of surf against shore the viciously closing curve of waves as they crest & collapse Taking my coffee bitter black as Marc Antony his almond extract I considered getting drunk fierce sitting in the corner table & reciting our entire conversation a capella I might say just to figure things out but actually for the sweet contraries & the gypsy-skirt sigh of your voice Flix [BL/-DE ] P94
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