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When Golden Gates Fall
"When Golden Gates Fall"
The gates are seen in a dream
all channels open
the water swirling
all the faces falling
escaping mirrors
the golden gate swings
all its symphony strings sing
holding up the visage
of lives traversing a bridge
from one side to the other
as seen in a dream
through glass
the ever beckoning unreckoning
calls all in slumber unpoetically in
Candide Diderot. ‘25
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