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Connections: March 30.18

It’s there

in spectral glow

an orb of lustrous being

something that we know

yet just beyond our seeing

elusive and alluring

it hovers in a mist

with silhouette and shadow

slyly obstructionist.

Still writers strain and grope

— it really is absurd —

for the Holy Grail beclouded:

that precise


right word.



More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives for this remarkable image of the writer’s brain.