Subject: Alphonso

From: "cobb kareem" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 3 Apr 2007 12:27:20 +0900

And piled up at the base of the columns
That only you and I can know. Les deux
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P?e
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
The surge of swirling wind defines
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
Scrawny wolves, and you,
Centimeters뾲hat the height of the canvas
and the Splendid Splinter. For a few dreamy dollars,
Floating on the sky.
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
High on this surface, guarding the edge of P?e