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A sketch of j. Full title: The Chapter of Coming Forth by Night in the Form of a Bat. |
| Saith the scribe, triumphant: My words are my limbs; I dance out into the night from balcony to rooftop I sequentally alight surfaces scanned for some welcome word on a wall imagining images inscribed on outstretched words I take flight I AM THE SOUL OF THE CITY it lives for me, breathes for me alone dancing across the incongruities, enraptured |