ah the breath against deaht, that rime, Jill. Solidly felt here...
Doug
>moves inside me
>breathe rattle breathe
>death an embryo
>floating on sky
>your card adds up the call
>thinned to blood reality
>
>far from the city
>where they cover Oscar
>with kisses hide Gertrude
>behind the stone
>there's a loss of continuity
>this time of the world
>
>Jill Jones
>9.45am 19 November 2003
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta Canada T6G 2E5
(h) [780] 436 3320 (b) [780] 492 0521
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
There is no real
world, my friends.
Why not, then
let the stars
shine in our bones?
Robert Kroetsch
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