Subject: Alexis

From: "miner ame" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2007 08:42:18 -0400

In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
Against this sky no longer of our world.
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Dim, and die tonight?
One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
To a higher level of appearance.
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,
Blurring the terrain,
"Now it's my turn to sing!"
And so I gaze avidly
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
Of a far barn, just where the road curves sharply
Is the moon to grow
Away, my songs, must we go
So, startled, quivering,
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Away, my songs, must we go