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Shadow is the haunt of beauty.
Ecstasy closes the eyes.
The light illumines only a disguise;
Halfway out the door is truth.
Listening does not imply sound;
Offering does not imply need.
Reason edits more than it reveals.
Readiness is a way of seeing.
After the word, there is the being;
Inside the word, the thing itself kneels.
Nothingness the earth, the word is the seed:
Each person, each thing, each moment a wound.
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Nicholas Gordon
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