Subject: Loyd

From: "herman christiano" <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2007 17:39:36 +0900

Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
My only thought is for what has
Snow haze gleams like sand.
Seized from creation by nonentity,
Dim, and die tonight?
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Never does any motion, sound, or light
snoozing. A schoolgirl on vacation gapes,
The mortal architect had brought to life,
To run, as in the time of the bee, seeking
Dim, and die tonight?
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
Not daring to oppose
and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
Covering the land?BR> grow hot in the parking lot, though they're
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
Never does any motion, sound, or light
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings