Music at the Heart of Thinking Ninety-four

Fred Wah
From:   Alley Alley Home Free. Red Deer: Red Deer College Press, 1992.

      This is no mass synapse I'm after and I've known awhile now being lost is as simple as sitting on a log but the fumble jerked mystique clouds grabbing as the staked mistake or stacked and treasured garbage belongs familiar to a gardened world disturbed as heat
      O soft anxiousness to be found again and again estranged but marvellous then enlived slope of scree and marmot whistle so that synchronous foreignicity rages in music I want to put into a region of the cadence before falling's recognized you know
      where there's that disgraceful ensoulment Mao called swimming.

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