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thanks so much Roger. that ending knocked me out. KS On 27/10/06, Roger Day <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > A response: > > the day's short hours > shorten faster > blurred trees stand around > ready to mark time > I will be stamping my feet > on the icy ground, the great air > moving at a slower rate > through my thinning hair > claws pawing at day's last light > wild beasts stamping the gravestones > a roar felt for the first time - > beckons the darkness > the cold fist ready to snap shut > the furbelows on the great bell shiver quietly > quick, now, I must get my skates on > > On 10/27/06, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > here in the north city > > > > here in the north city the world grows gold. > > the wind tranquillizes us, points at a monolith > > & says > > come deep into this red house > > with your broken windows > > to set toothing bare in the frames¯ > > > > pulling our lonely coats closer > > there is a note crumpled in the pocket > > next a fist: > > lines are written on it & > > small craters drawn & > > it tightens, folds like a raisin > > or an old drum. > > > > the day isn't really that cold > > the small oaks rustle & fade, > > but the note translates: > > > > zero soon zero soon > > > > > > > > KS > > > > > -- > http://www.badstep.net/ > Suspicion breeds confidence >