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THE ASYLUM OF DARKNESS I came to the crest of hell and turned about and my home was a cloud. At his peak was the wave of the sea carrying me away to a place of darkness. Since I must go, and I must mourn, come night, with darkness, while I write. The things which I have seen I now can see no more, but below the given grass and above the vaulted sky. Into the living darkness of waking dreams where there is neither sense of life nor joys, To watch the storm, and hear the sky give all our almanac the lie, to shake with cold, and see the plains in Autumn drown with wintry rains, thus I spent my last moments here. My element should be a clod, and not a man. J. Hukatai

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Te Ao Hou, July 1969, Page 55

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THE ASYLUM OF DARKNESS Te Ao Hou, July 1969, Page 55

THE ASYLUM OF DARKNESS Te Ao Hou, July 1969, Page 55

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