[in the true mad north] of introspection,where ‘falcons of the inner eye’dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life’s memory of existence.

[in the true mad north] of introspection,where ‘falcons of the inner eye’dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life’s memory of existence.

– Lawrence Ferlinghetti –

A Coney Island of the Mind

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