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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: the rains
Date: Fri, 5 May 2017 18:33:00 -0400 (EDT)
the rains http://www.alansondheim.org/therains.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/therains0.mp3 viola, rain http://www.alansondheim.org/therains1.mp3 rain, viola http://www.alansondheim.org/therains2.mp3 rain guards stormed the balconies, the rains began, the reign of terror in the denser brush, when the rains come lightly in the afternoon against the rain and wind and cry heard late into the night, when the rain blows sheets of sound leaving the gentle slope, almost invisible; the street, you can see my face when you forget me - i'm disappearing, you said the rains from heaven - the standing walls of heaven, and I walk in silence, like the rain which has fallen on other days, silently, no longer falling, no silence, nothing in the rain that i made in the rain on the ground and the form of the rain exists, the shell of God and our sad and tearful faces you sleep at night the rain from heaven - in the rains that i made in the rains on the ground and anyone at all. you felt the rain of her hair pass over your face, then this evening until the rain and coming dawn them, but the rains leave the gentle slope, almost invisible; the street and the rains from heaven - the standing walls of heaven mournful sprits, me me me, and nights the rains the search in the rains that i made in the rains on the ground