"Psyche is preserved."
in its stylish unaltering wrongness
the hole is a picture
through which we gaze to sabat
black marsh of glass bones
called mountains
faces
faltering tears like words
the powers in store would shed
would shanty
would bosque
wood bramble
threshold's egg
over time
the old men of economics
poodles
or the luxury of light
when it dawns in the pain
of painted minds
some place underground
how variable truth lies
spread upon
a wild uniqueness of leaves
baroque entendrilled camera
monstrous synema of beauty
bow tie
eternity
rib on ship
ripe on shallow
ray tongue the shadow
or in true
convenience delivered
zondag 18 november 2007
Damerging a Nuv, a Nerb Demeanted U of Heavy Cloud Clods.
gemailed op 12:39
van / from : Lanny Quarles
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