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The hour of illusion draws near... The afternoon has gone to sleep, and the bells dream." -Antonio Machado As dusk deepens, the world goes slowly out of focus. The edges of everyday things go soft. The sweeping arrival of darkness, and light loses its clear hard grip on ourselves. Even sounds become blurred, conjuring echoes and distances out of familiar surroundings. Shadows whisper to each other just beyond the corners. This will not last, this hour of illusion. But its evanescent flavour is worth all the geometrized spaces of the cruel day. Srinjay Chakravarti (srinjchak@hotmail.com) CALCUTTA INDIA Poem copyright ( c ) 2003 Srinjay Chakravarti
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