The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

beehive tomb interior
breast with sky nipple
homes of snakes and insects
perfect hillside moments
i can't say enough
i can't say too much
i can't say too little
i can't say anything

i will what i own to azure carter

i will own less and less
i will own nothing
i won't even float away

but if i float away dear god burn my body in the bretz coke ovens
revived just for this occasion
resurrected for living creatures
and the autonomy of the dead

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