Friday, November 7, 2008

for those at our place at 2am on November 7, 2008

You in chimes. You in chimed explosion. You driving the drum. You in sienna water and then dropping.

I am coming up.
I am coming up.

There is a nest and there are feet and of the ground there is such immense swimming that I am middle line.

Someone said birth from
the back-
leave from the holes in
its back.

It's now Iceland- the image of embryos in mountains. And tell the salmon that surely the water is dying and gritting its teeth
(much like an erect bomber or a crowded city)

these two houses now sit upon the ocean with a wedding cake and ceramic lions between them.

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