on the cobbled street (yes one remains unscarred

by asphalt)

echoes of lion roar and swift wings overhead--

or so he received it

years before the motorcycle launched him

to the other side--

where he knew then first-hand

the veracity of his visions--

of which we have in his art the traces--

which he left us going into that region

and sounding in divine frequency

echoes of lion roar and swift wings overhead--

(for Richard Farina)

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