Horatio
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in his voice i hear
in his voice i hearneither amazement nor fear as he glances again at that soul that ignites into the image of his previous kingit’s the same light he saw the night beforethere’s no funeral attendancein his attitude as he watches the specter move across the battlements like a torch that lights the bedchamber of the Continue reading
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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that shadereignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to norway Continue reading
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