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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: the rest of it
Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 20:50:17 -0500 (EST)
the rest of it the watcher of skies is always there soaring so high in the ice-cold air we go into her cage and live in her lair her beak is so strong, her feathers so fair to see such a sight is indeed now quite rare my fingers ungloved, my skin was quite bare she knew i was safe and handled with care my life and my love, we made quite a pair we have taken our memories far to pare so we leave nothing for our new-found heir although i give her food, a hare she'll swallow, and oft-thanks and with ne'er a murmur to deer or bear or thought to try a shirt of hair or something charming else to wear for even a wager or sometimes a dare with her feathers red-tipped, and her dinner fare delightful and lovely, and delicious e'er she whispers and waits for another ware that comes in the winters so cold and so sair you'd find her preening without a tear (though she missed the witch project of blair) (though the trumpets blew and the horn did blare) (though she'd ride the stallion and even the mare) (though she'd weigh them all with a well-balanced tare) (though they'd leave her now forever-mair) (though they'd come back for the golden pear) (though they found it strange and well-a-bit quair) while we wait in the wings for our coming share. http://www.asondheim.org/hawk2.mov _