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Show C H R Y S A L I S PAGE 147 And bargained and prayed, denied and bled And lost. I bow my bloody head. Within this place of wrath and tears The horror looms above the fears. Beyond the cowering, trembling dread Find the startled, timid Dead. It matters not how straight the gate, How blessed with sacraments the scroll - My life is rot and rust and hate! Azrael is Master of my soul. (My apologies to William Ernest Henley who wrote INVICTUS.) Out of that black mood, I think. Thank goodness they don't come too often. I will not "sup full of horrors" again today. (MacBeth). 1_ will stay healthy. Last night's Rachmaninoff runs through my head with clear and clean precision. I had another strange dream last night. I had (in the dream) a child's picture book with the title "Christ Walked Among the Crucified." Inside, there was a picture of a huge tree, no |