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In sword-war,when the moonshines upon slick fields,the clank of bladeson stone fleckfrom granine walls,and the siege fails... At the stone grounds,whe..
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Iwalk through scentlesssterile trees,void of pollen in the still air--
This land is vast within
its borders, was a sea
once in prehistoria,
shell-..
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We are watching the
waters flowing in the
greening gutters, along the
city walls, themiles of brickwork atsunset.
Thestreetsarelittered withsoi..
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Illusion of wind, grayness,
painfull crackling haze,
none other than mist,
blurred fog, vapors--
what were men before ships,
how came them cr..
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"....speaks of dreams
as though they
really happened."
"within me swimall things in theseven seas...."
"...then ten thousand
glass spheresco..
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Every night's beginning is the
impossiblity of theend, and then thesun rises.
Dreams took me,
seaswere crossed,
passages made.
"Beware."A red..
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the sound of autos
splitting the air above
the dryest stone:
it is not hard to pretend
that they are waves
of the sea instead.
to go to where..
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Clouds moving past a prehistoric sun, the
glade is silent,
separate fromthecrickets' lonely chatter.
Wild spearmint is
growingnearby in
shots o..
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the sedge-meadow
is silent all morning,
its snakesare silent
as they pass through
theblue-green blades.
varigated and drawn,
it ishard to te..
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and i ran out of the temple,
and as i ran, a voice came
to my ears, the voice of a woman,
and when i turned to see from
whence it came, my eyes we..
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