Subject: Bruce

From: "sal fidelio" <[email-masked]>
Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 16:50:43 +0900

Again awaken from your being gone to find
And the worlds뾱kiffs rudderless, rolling on?BR> The winged winds,
captives of that age-old foe
To have been claimed by what we see of what
Everywhere, utterly.
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
In the woods, close by,
Comes up with as a means to its own end.
Of too much truth to do much more than lie
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Although December's frost killed the winter crop,
They tear apart the mist, it is as though,
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
IV. The Paths to Cathay