The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

- oud for poetry reading, insect musick - (best)
  - oud -

it goes on, it scratches itself, it digs in
the dirt, it dusts, it conjures the dust,
it conjures the wind. then what? the wind
blows, dust grows, sun glows. it flows on,
it patches itself, it rigs an insert, it
lusts, it fans through the rust, it fans
through the sinned. zen strut? the sinned
mows, trust slows, one woes. it rows on, it
catches itself ...

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