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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
I've been out there looking for truth, I care not to preserve my sanity. I've been despairing over realness of intensity only because I can't live any other possible way. And yes, I've been looking hard. Very hard. I've been destroying, destroying, destroying myself in longing for poetic truth...
Mother... mother! Is it really you, mother? Oh, mother, it is so good to see you... mother... what are you doing, mother? Mother?!
