The Classical Study (3)The Master has forgotten his hat.Without his hat he cannot fly.Without his hat his dreams escapeup.Without his hat he cannot tiphis hat to that woman passing bywhom he remembersfrom somewhere, as in a dream,a room in a dream or maybe a beach,a beach by the sea,blindingly white,hatless, he and she.

His memory is perfectly clearand serves no good, no purposeat all. He has seen things before(the fly in the bottle,the indeterminate will).Santa Muerte, Saint Death,we pray to you to swallow our breath.

Aygi Cycle (4)Coarse hawthornbeloved uncle'smemory entwinedamong itsgnarled andarmored limbscopy ofLolita byhis deathbed

His memory is perfectly clearand serves not good, no purposeat all. He has seen things before(the fly in the bottle,the indeterminate will).Santa Muerte, Saint Death,we pray to you to swallow our breath.