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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: i don't want to be the bearer of bad news along the Moselle
Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 20:38:09 -0500 (EST)
i don't want to be the bearer of bad news along the Moselle, nor nullo spinae, nothing of the bones of men, Ausonius, i've had enough barbarians pressed hard against the gate - Lesbia stood by the bronze auracular you could read her future if you knew the future her hands fluttered in sacred cords Luna Celesta, heard murmurs in the distance it is love and sex, it is death and hard marl the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword behind the auracular, shapes of dragons, pearls they're here in the world they're unfurled the edges of the auracular curled turbulence, the violence of the pair there was hardly anyone there Lesbia and Veneres Cupidinesque were bare the stones of the auracular murmuring and austere humans behind the stones of the auracular i don't want to be the bearer of bad news beyond Moselle Veneres Cupidinesque was behind her Veneres Cupidinesque's hands made flame-cast shadows you could read her future if you knew the future her hands fluttered in sacred cords Luna Celesta, heard murmurs in the distance it was a soft summer evening, roma, 324 it is love and sex, it is death and hard marl the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword the humans preparing the final act behind the auracular, shapes of dragons, pearls they're here in the world they're unfurled the edges of the auracular curled turbulence, the violence of the pair there was hardly anyone there the stones of the auracular murmuring and austere humans behind the stones of the auracular nor nothing of men's bones, Ausonius Veneres Cupidinesque's hands made flame-cast shadows you could read her future if you knew the future her hands fluttered in sacred cords Luna Celesta, heard murmurs in the distance it was a soft summer evening, roma, 324 it is love and sex, it is death and hard marl the grain of the metal of the blade of the sword they're here in the world they're unfurled the edges of the auracular curled there was hardly anyone there Lesbia and Veneres Cupidinesque were bare the stones of the auracular murmuring and austere humans behind the stones of the auracular i've had enough, the hordes against the gate Lesbia, she said, Veneres Cupidinesque ===