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{REMEMBERING STERLING MORRISON} sara croft steptoe is like the act of gravity on tears or a rock song perfectly flawed. reach toward the ceiling to feel each beat in the air, praise fingertips which sense the shape and skin of every note! white noise all around, impure enough to hear the singer -- busy suckin' on my ding dong! how we stretched to hold the conjured Spirits there! up high so we might finally love the act of holding. too late. too late. They're gone above the crowd. gone, too, moments of fame, Max's Kansas City, 1970. |
