When I saw him, he was at the door, but it did not matter, he was already sliding along the wall of the night, losing himself in some crack of the ru… - Charles Olson

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When I saw him, he was at the door, but it did not matter, he was already sliding along the wall of the night, losing himself in some crack of the ruins. That it should have been he who said, “The kingfishers! who cares for their feathers now?” His last words had been, “The pool is slime.”