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From: "Jarred Nash" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2007 15:04:21 +0000

What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,He is harsh, dismal, ice—that is, exiled;Shadows keep piling up as surfacesthe old men burnish stories of Yaz and the BabeIt's snowing, it's returning to a townWhat can we know of whatever picture-planeBetween the vertex that the far-lit grayLike theirs ends? From what distant point of visiondemonstrating their talent for comedy—strokeI. Arctic SceneryIn realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasseYour gloved hands covering your lips' good-byeGreen lilac buds appear that won't surviveAmong us, only Alberti, then Sangallo,Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly uponA salamander scuttles across the quietIs dumb; he is the mute white stony shapeOf too much truth to do much more than lieA matter of getting all that right . . .