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Blake spoke to angels, but Cummings walked along the shore of an abandoned beach listening for a different muse. The water lapped against his exposed ankles, casting pieces of seaweed and shells on the shore. And then, he heard them, loud and distinct over the ocean's easy tumult: "eee...eee...eee!"