3:00 in the morning.
Dante Alighieri takes a stroll
on the streets of Paris.
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I
Alive.
Just breathing this Paris night air
and clearing out a few cobwebs.
Sponging up the marrow of the city.
Padding about through these
warmly familiar streets and feeling
one with all time and all humankind.
Alive, alive all.

II
Thoughts.
...of traveling on rivers of stone,
laid in these ginkgo leaf patterns,
endless Japanese wood-block print
seas of stone--stone from
the beginning of the planet
to make this mazed surface.
Paris of the Parisii
on the Isle de la Cité.
Paris of this micro-chip instant.
Paris always.

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