You know that dream of Tolstoy’s where he’s in some sort of bed contraption suspended between the abyss below and the abyss above? You know that one? Well, I gave it to him, the Lord said.
“I know that I braid too much my own
Snapped-off perceptions of things as they come to me.
They are private and always will be.”
John Ashbery
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