Subject: Jamar

From: "tull romonda" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 09:55:51 +0800

Between the high and the low, in this night.
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Would their world not remain comfortably
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
demonstrating their talent for comedy梥troke
This gap in time, this season not their own,
A pallid yellow lingers
Billows the fog, cloaks
Come, swallows, it's good-bye.
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
P鑢e and M鑢e Chose could be in conversation
(Our fortitude grows dim in
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
How can they get the point of how a world
XXI. Flying in the Arctic
Between the high and the low, in this night.
Seized from creation by nonentity,
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,