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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Upond, the Neighborhood Pond
Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2016 11:01:36 -0400 (EDT)
Upond, the Neighborhood Pond http://www.alansondheim.org/uponda.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/upond.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/upondb.jpg water sloughed from shores of pond or quiet pools, darkening Nikuko across Ohori-Koen, bridged the pond on the stone-bridge, form saguaro and pond growth; life begins its long cycling into still-born mist rising from the carp pond .. the railings of shallows following the pond that wasn't there now or then or was it her inferiors - the thicket will rise up, the pond become a great flood, and at midnight, and the sound of wood stork winging, - the drowning pool of thought - the rusting pond of mindful thinking - among a spacious and distant wilderness - ice and heat - odd phenomena - winds moving inconceivably slowly, here and across the pond, lower, and lower still, O! storm a river, lying at her feet, a lake, a stream, a rivulet, a trickle, a pond, a sea, an ocean - all these soundings - and of Jennifer - she says - a pond an ocean, an ocean an unpleasant one, and nothing sounds in water but of Jennifer! says Jennifer says I! n a lake a pond a ocean. a ocean a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you among a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an a pond a ocean. a ocean a unpleasant one. nothing sounds in water but her feet in a stream a storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond storm a river. they lie at her feet n a lake a pond an ocean. when you - in infamy - in bondage - when you dwell within the calm and full - the strutting universe of me already calm and still and full and full silence falls silence, and blossoms thrive, and fall