Subject: Jami

From: "ambrosio katha" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 23:04:15 +0900

Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
Dreaming time has reversed뾞nd you,
And the wide arrowhead the road itself
Winds blow sharp, what then?
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
That square뾑h, 56 x 56
XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
Is dumb; he is the mute white stony shape
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
At the end of the road. Even if they are staring
will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
But when, on the timepieces that we call
The edge of that other square cut from the right
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted