from: Addie Christiansen
time: 1:40 am (12 hours ago)
to: flynndini@gmail.com
date: Sep 15, 2007 1:40 AM
subject: You save – $909 photoshop cs3
Upon from the right by far trees, that white place
Silence. Your way of being. Your way of seeing
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
Dismal, endless plain—
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along
XI. Franklin’s Last Voyage
Covering the land—
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Escapees from the cold work of living,
V. The Dutch in the Arctic
Of observation lying on the ground
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
In a single floral stroke,
He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;
Absurdly, my eyes can only see the arc
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