Friday, October 12, 2007

Room 74


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an excrutiation of acrostic ecstasy,

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and the concentration against


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this mad possible in us all

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he, the thinker, down digging


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to tubers whose golden boulders

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such gifts,such tallith truth,

such : life

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and the seeding words

their gemmation as no other,

and this, built by other hands,

green as light, new-shivering -

and the


lamb’s bleat


beating into the who and where

and what we are —

yesterday is todayed

again again and again

never unremember

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Turn


the human scroll,


turn the scroll -

turn:


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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

best bets used to make me larf, oh it did. And Man : magazine ung with clothes pegs from a wire above, way above the wine gums : and Beatles, some fan rag... but best bets, like "Let's least", or "guest gets"...

sheez!

Bill Direen