The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 19, 2006


in these troubled times
as near to the Forests
expect too much, nothing happens
expect nothing, everything

i wish the forests would heal me
i am embedded in the dark woods
bones surrounded by wood, wood surrounded by wood
mouths full of rings of saturn, bones and bones

and woods
at night leaves stir, they may be events
they may not be events, earth's surface
removed, surface after surface

nothing beneath, within, beyond, wood
is there, wood is there, and the Forests,
and healing, or healing or nothing
but death in the midst of the woods

http://www.asondheim.org/francestrees.mp4
http://www.asondheim.org/vistatrees.mp4

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