The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

is this it

where the sexual maps and taps saps and everything revolves
as if merrily, or happy, as if things burrowed in their own

as if they were buried, coming and singing and longing, then
leaving, leaving behind their own revolutions

certainly these aren't arousing so they're not it, or are
they arousing and is this it

is there a shattering of the woundatar

o forgotten deadatar, are you returning anytime soon?

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