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From: "Cody Klein" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 29 May 2007 12:56:17 -0800

grow hot in the parking lot, though they'reAlong the walls are only empty niches,This drizzling three-day January thaw,Toward the still dab of white that oscillatesSeems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.XXI. Flying in the Arcticgiddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,Come, swallows, it's good-bye.It is as though I were at a second threshold.That this mud draws on the stone.They move against, or through, or by, or toward.Merely a mockery of springIt is as though I were at a second threshold.Are gliding toward me on the ice intoXIX. Jones Sound and Beaufort SeaIX. After the Great Northern ExpeditionGlimmering of light:From which, thanks to symmetry,Across the heavens' gray.