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Save one=love oneand alphabetics stand outside stainseverything beginsagain with a cooltwo fingers overtwo eyesopening the thirdto what eternally happens. The third stands with me and confuses my immediate vision turns my shoulderInto a hill and pours he like salt into my own wounds. This third eyes does not read, recognizes no atoms, confers with the second and the first. But my eyes clear again too soon to burn.Sam EisensteinThe secret is to risk disaster, hope for triumph and describe the forms of the incarnation. Ned O'Gorman