Subject: Mauricio

From: "aristotle berenice" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2007 12:47:04 +0900

I do not betray you, I still go forward,
But snow has gathered there, has piled up,
Will hear the storm-blast of his clarion.
And melt the spirit; his mouth will distend
for a few weeks, statistics won't seem
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
The pain of being born into matter.
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
And M?e Chose's square of world, even as they
And beyond, the same sound of bees
And up there I cannot tell if it is still
Dim, and die tonight?
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Onto my frozen fingers.
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman