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12.12.02

....and the women gathered near,
whispering what seemed psalms and prayers to him.

I walked out on the old stone bridge to see,
in the mirror of the Thames, my father, the rock
of ages, the sun above the crown block, and more:
the great river in its constant passage to the sea....

B. H. Fairchild
from
Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest

in Poetry Today, Dec 13