From time to time, I engage in the practice of automatic writing. This is an area of the site to publish such pieces.

He once stood here
Now he’s gone
Hebrides on the ocean
Do you not doubt
He brings me gladness when he visits
Hope is a burden I can’t carry
He’s gone to Bismark
Stay at Mt. Sinai
Isn’t he sweet
Moonlight theater
They’re all here now

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