Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0206072233180.9930-100000@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: theory of medieval touch
Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2002 22:33:30 -0400 (EDT)
theory of medieval touch she ran towards him, he fled, i'm cutting you, she said: your flesh is mine, your eyes, shall see my own in fright, the dying of the light, she said: your body there is spread, this is all a dream, alone except the ream, blood ran down their legs, violate, she begs: violate, he begs, they're down into the lake, their screams are but a fake, within the double hash, within their double gash.:she turned into her skin, she said: everything's within, look into the sky, the world's turned on a cry, the bird's are screaming there, she said: you start your reaming bare, you've always been betrayed, the trees are thick around, she said: nothing makes a sound, nothing in these parts, forget their broken hearts, he's cut into your skin, inscribed the sign within, she said: there's everlasting scar, and that is where you are, she said: turn and cut his flesh, make everything a crash, cut deeper than a lash, ream her in the gash, she said: in the theory of medieval sound, you are thrown upon the ground, there are only things, now gather all your things, she said: the trees with echo sing, you've always been betrayed.:things caught down in the mesh, stretch and open your raw flesh, in the theory of medieval eyes, you are wanton in disguise, within the double hash, light penetrates the glade, everything will crash, everything is made: she said: just a tiny little gash, haven't you been flayed: she said: the world is in your stash, you've always been betrayed.:: the partial third emerges, they're still alive:: _