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Black Pilgrimage to Chorazin.

"News from Paris

Down through Venetian blinds the morning air
Sifts from a sky where peach and azure fuse;
Street noises enter too, and in a distant square
A regimental band plays Sambre et Meuse.

It is Felicity: she sits and reads once more
The Gothic script of the West-Easterly Divan;
Her silver shoe just touches the waxed floor,
And pot pourri transcends the vase from old Japan."

--Charles Spear

Mokusatsu.

"...the silence and forced enigma of structures in their vanishing." --Against the Day

Ghosts.