I remember carved phrases in the air the music sea dashed with yellow ivory seahorses waft, roared or hushed alabaster clefts wings old pauses, wax cathedrals brandy afternoons in blond sunshine crossing bar-lines, agonizing rubato seeming keeping strict time the flame of time leaping impossibilities. Who blew out those worlds within me, sunless gardens, empty palaces?
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