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A
tall
figure
in
bearded
homespun
rose
from
shadow
and
unveiled
its
cooperative
watch
.
—
I
am
afraid
I
am
due
at
the
Homestead
.
Whither
away
?
Exploitable
ground
.
—
Are
you
going
?
John
Eglinton
’
s
active
eyebrows
asked
.
Shall
we
see
you
at
Moore
’
s
tonight
?
Piper
is
coming
.
—
Piper
!
Mr
Best
piped
.
Is
Piper
back
?
Peter
Piper
pecked
a
peck
of
pick
of
peck
of
pickled
pepper
.
—
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
can
.
Thursday
.
We
have
our
meeting
.
If
I
can
get
away
in
time
.
Yogibogeybox
in
Dawson
chambers
.
Isis
Unveiled
.
Their
Pali
book
we
tried
to
pawn
.
Crosslegged
under
an
umbrel
umbershoot
he
thrones
an
Aztec
logos
,
functioning
on
astral
levels
,
their
oversoul
,
mahamahatma
.
The
faithful
hermetists
await
the
light
,
ripe
for
chelaship
,
ringroundabout
him
.
Louis
H
.
Victory
.
T
.
Caulfield
Irwin
.
Lotus
ladies
tend
them
i
’
the
eyes
,
their
pineal
glands
aglow
.
Filled
with
his
god
,
he
thrones
,
Buddh
under
plantain
.
Gulfer
of
souls
,
engulfer
.
Hesouls
,
shesouls
,
shoals
of
souls
.
Engulfed
with
wailing
creecries
,
whirled
,
whirling
,
they
bewail
.
In
quintessential
triviality
For
years
in
this
fleshcase
a
shesoul
dwelt
.
