Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.51.0301270024350.795@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: slight murmurs in dreaming sleep.
Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2003 00:24:46 -0500 (EST)
slight murmurs in dreaming sleep. the oil, perfumed, substance of small domain every moment rushing towards her death purring, older, a cat of kindness, beauty. chasing catnip, glowering at other cats among this litany of sadness and consolation mourning the gull who died, our feeding her. zero absorbs, one returns the thing. lying with us in the bed, stretching the smallest bird, flocks of mourning doves, and doves lost among the rest of us, unknown. multiplies what more of this worlds thinking, gone and less nothing is anointed in the world the oil, perfumed, substance of small domain purring, older, a cat of kindness, beauty. imagining the worst of every human being always tending, living towards tending. her name, boojum, jean-paul, others among this litany of sadness and consolation zero absorbs, one returns the thing. curious of any noise or creature. the smallest bird, flocks of mourning doves, and doves uncanniness of the zero, our predetermined minds born with inherent refusal to accept lost among the rest of us, unknown. occurrence our divisions, among more of this worlds thinking, gone and less every moment rushing towards her death purring, older, a cat of kindness, beauty. imagining the worst of every human being always tending, living towards tending. her name, boojum, jean-paul, others mourning the gull who died, our feeding her. zero absorbs, one returns the thing. lying with us in the bed, stretching feeding, in small wonders, of the world the smallest bird, flocks of mourning doves, and doves born with inherent refusal to accept the conjuring of death, and animals lost among the rest of us, unknown. breath of loss the in inherent cells the oil, perfumed, substance of small domain every moment rushing towards her death emergent darkness, radioactive wastes her name, boojum, jean-paul, others zero absorbs, one returns the thing. lying with us in the bed, stretching curious of any noise or creature. the smallest bird, flocks of mourning doves, and doves the conjuring of death, and animals lost among the rest of us, unknown. bequeathing the oil, perfumed, substance of small domain every moment rushing towards her death purring, older, a cat of kindness, beauty. imagining the worst of every human being always tending, living towards tending. her name, boojum, jean-paul, others among this litany of sadness and consolation mourning the gull who died, our feeding her. zero absorbs, one returns the thing. lying with us in the bed, stretching feeding, in small wonders, of the world the smallest bird, flocks of mourning doves, and doves uncanniness of the zero, our predetermined minds born with inherent refusal to accept lost among the rest of us, unknown. factions dull of arithmetic more of this worlds thinking, gone and less mourning the gull who died, our feeding her. lost among the rest of us, unknown. la la la ===