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"Where Alph, the sacred river, ran..."

Many-fathom'd murther
moves like a tide widemouthed
& foolish. Fire-brillig
before fire-sworddark.
Knocks out stoplights, stupid-
stippled choices. Password.

Pessoa’s trunk.

Vienna (from the balcony): "Spin the wheel, Eddie."

Eddie (at the roulette table): "What for? There's no customers."

Vienna: "I like to hear it spin."

--Johnny Guitar

"...perhaps the solace in saudade, the unfulfilled melancholic longing, is where blue begins to turn shades of grey – a colour called Payne’s grey..."