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[50] U N R E Q U I T E D My knowing all along the formula in black marble, the golden house of God not a pastorale. The stage set: Keats would drown, Teresa pull out the dart and throw it back, catching the angel off guard, each candle burnt down to a nub, hopeless as my efforts to explain the altar’s sweet smoke of indifference, what I saw through, what I could not believe. ...

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