Farewell is a token we give or
take along this path of virtual
gates. To enter is to exit-- for 
going hence is arriving here. Grey
to grey. The actual landscape is
threshold. The way words are 
only notes from an earlier caprice
of meaning. Know this by the lines
on your face, hands and throat. 

It was a difficult beauty, tracing
a shadow cast from fragments
of broken narrative. I heard tell 
of a man who asked for help, hanging
from a cliff face. A voice replied
"let go," as if faith were a free- 
fall unto this couch. No matter
what I believe, the door to my head
will not open from the outside. 

--from 'Façades for Theron Ware'; Peter Gizzi

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