Subject: Earl

From: "jeremy kristal" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:35:16 +0900

Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
Dim, and die tonight?
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
In stone waves and rock waters, far from day,
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
This perfection, this absence.
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
That open before me? What I see
Blurring the terrain,
That open before me? What I see
In the dread circle hemmed by glaciers,
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Still has to be intoned, as in a lonely
By what it seems to have moved toward. In any
Late February, and the air's so balmy
More beautiful than anything in this world.