The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

August 19, 2018

Crystal City


my thoughts turn to animals floating and turbulent in whatever
sky and water floating and projecting no one else can see what i
see what i have seen what ghosts what miasmas attracted from my
brutal birthplace where i cannot count the uncountable where i
cannot ascertain the unaccounted-for where i am bereft where the
sun refuses its character of nightly assignations

from the hollow world into the hollow world sky fractures where
i am bereft where the floating projects itself into those who
are stationed there where the humane land must reject our
violent american ways

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