He floats among the citadels, over the towering rock and secret in the earthen distance; disappearing through his mystic inward gloom to liberate the Sirian torment.
his canine soul wings wolflike away, and shed the spoilt his country the death his flesh; the Spanish dog flies on.
The devils walked and told to him, read him down then rode him death and death brought journeying; see those ear-clappers and the deaf silence of hideous paint: he taught them to speak and listen.
no less fruitless was his, than the pilgrimage of the blind guitarist; though he could see and the troubadour could hear, each one suffers a living death.
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