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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: poem
Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2006 11:58:49 -0400 (EDT)
'i wanted to run with things' i wanted to run with things and thought i'd lose myself in the grinding of bones dust ran away from me caves for what, what refuge? does night darken or is absence light product same if had a secret could tell it here, no one read example perhaps am wearing clothing women drinking heavily presenting naked window high above street o gods descend earth sky fold fourfold flesh into two momentary stasis something hang on words world fear collapse my mind, brain shrinking devil's crystals play against neural pathways synapses desperately signal across dark lesions increasingly moment thuds dull thud creases smashed deities gone heavy trodden ground upon backs lost weakened their arms hold close sky, legs immerse waters such nature excrement, covered earth, doomed, swallowed urine, feces down fall, fail, collapse, hear nothing see less mouth full you are that when mouths stuffed can longer speak choked back tears all was done goddesses were participle gerund hopeless verbs nouns going nowhere phrases cut off at last that's have here understand there right think below ponder more - lightning thunder bringing new air swelling implodes love snakes forms surface they removed opened wide pondering these inconceivable things, furrowed monstrous, waiting dawn day coming back, returning gifts fabricated just this occasion friends, mind slips by foreign will come beseeching ready, awaiting streaming bone suppurated always more, supplement accretion, accumulation beyond recuperation therefore food skin, flesh-food, began ended children infants fury policemen soldiers set rid apostasy dire consequences now myself, body pissed, shat, characters, broken, stretched scarred i'll scream founding world! wall takes prisoners! won't let go on, casing shrivels, skull flecked blood time pack portmanteau head rues distance glare moments passages hours days weeks years three four five each every thought, final harvesting, further, has enough, born sufficient fruit borne enough fauna, goodbye