Organized by Quintessa Matranga and Aaron Harbour
Two days only, and by appointment.
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Alas! I am morbid,
And have put a purple colour about my brow.
All men seem eating and drinking the
“Joy of the Round Feast,” while I am
Melancholy and silent, as though in a
Gloomy wood, astray.
Strange images of myself did I create
As I gazed into the seeming pit of others
Losing myself in the thoughtfulness
Of my unreal self, as humanity saw me.
But alas! On entering to the consciousness
Of my real being, to find fostering
“The all-prevailling woman,”
And I strayed with her, into the path direct.
“Hail! The Jewel in the Lotus”
-Austin O. Spare