unyielded pines unstained but sap splattered oh sad and painful twilight relaxed and nearing death information of clouds strained forced blended receded intruded to obscuring the horizon mountain we are not hearing so tall and upon the topmost beautiful and endangered of not understanding? the cave of the fairies blue oracular the sound of a blue and indigo guitar leads gold sprites from its depths down the slopes sloping with the snow and mixed golds of sunlight dappling dark darkening the feeling felt the magic sinking in since this was also a memory which once was distant but is now nearing, Ha! nearing in waves STANLEY GEMMELL Poem: The 28th Remixt After the Qui Jue byMao Zedongwritten in 1961