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From: "Halvard Johnson" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, January 24, 2008 9:26 AM
Subject: Gambit
> Gambit
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> A forested land of tumbling waters, one fifth of the flow
> devoted to ritual. Children lying on hospital beds amid
> rumors of cut-backs, new fees. No good reason for them.
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> Some ontological equality, never really voluntary, or sought.
> Two wings darkened their faces. The entire colony was called
> together, except for the Christians, the lepers, the silent ones.
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> The air was heavy with silence. Saying what needed to be said.
> Making the planet better and safer for children and grandchildren.
> New cosmologies. World without pesticides. Without end. Amen.
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> Hal
>
Hal, this is a KNOCKOUT. I hope it doesn't sound too vain if I say it has
the urbane apocalypticism I'm always attempting. Much more so, with its
tight precision, than many of your Sonnets. My only criticism, a minor one,
is that you may not really need "voluntary, or" in st. 2.
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