from: Evangeline Mccarty
time: 2:46 am (9 hours ago)
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date: , 7 Oct 2007 17:55:51 +0800
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What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Wheezing ravens, when
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
With its lament, it often sounds, instead,
So, startled, quivering,
—Now that you notice it—have just moved past
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
Across the heavens’ gray.
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
From which, thanks to symmetry,
Event, the end of the painted road ends up
Never does any motion, sound, or light
Will sound, then the Lord’s face will luminesce
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
That patch of white at the very end of the road
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