The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

caterpillars bloodred homelands and anthem for them cura saz and

finished in North Carolina, thinking about
that edge or lip of revrev again, more soon

thoughts gather and disperse with the speed of travel,
in other words when we near sleep i find some familiar
territory, otherwise translated into vectors without
denouements, useless rays, receding origins

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