Friday, October 10, 2003

slated ridgepole dredge back endeavour,
the forested institute meanders under
frowning instincts, clearer regulars
speak of haze, morris dance
combines in mellow or a post, there is
news in offing, in desert after time, in a
bad cluster of stars, there is something
sanction something, to the test and
musical, coming from this state
to that, across green hollows
and bluer than blue, whichever
wildness will remain
begins in this minute change

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