Monday, March 16, 2009

DEL_TEST

In deep sea streets, walkers bubble-whisper
tracking the last expanding edges
and wobbling on their drunken orbits
in the wake of a sinkstone
in the wake of a turbulence of sea lions and
south shore lines
until the treaders, softly
stirring the lake-edge wither
to the merest tracings and another walker
treads to the bottom
touches stone
and

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