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Tea at The Palaz of Hoon
(based on a poem by Wallace Stevens)

Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called (you called)
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment buzzed beside my ears?

It's in my ears, it's in my ears, it's in my eyes

Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
I was myself the compass of that sea
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

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