So that I remembered the mechanism

This piece feels a lot different at 29 than it did at 14.

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Agrippa (A Book of The Dead)

There it was that I was marked out as a writer,
having discovered in that alcove
copies of certain magazines
esoteric and precious, and, yes,
I knew then, knew utterly,
the deal done in my heart forever,
though how I knew not,
nor ever have.

Walking home
through all the streets unmoving
so quiet I could hear the timers of the traffic lights a block away:
the mechanism. Nobody else, just the silence
spreading out to where the long trucks groaned
on the highway their vast brute souls in want.

From Agrippa (A Book of The Dead) by William Gibson
…read the rest here.
and read the fascinating story of the piece here.

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