Poet, author, reader, sports man, shut-in, artist-of-a-sort, a man of many techniques and styles that evolves with the transformation of a new date upon the calendar, circular and unending in the attempt to change, yet always finding the start-a race on flat land that looks the same no matter how many eyes, feet, hands, skin, or smells pass through: seasons pass, return, and drop their results onto that patch of land as another era of a new king passes on into the pages of the next history book, the next text, until it becomes obscurity once more.

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