[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
scr i a bin ( the black mass)
- we put our hands to these dead
we are born not of the buried but of these unburied dead
- Charles Olson Le Preface
these dead/ they walk again within us
slow poems
lyrical etudes
dramatic re-awaken//ings
repeated stones falling from
olympus
(((((((({})))))))))){))})
it is this light
that allows us to be born
dead things
in a time of war
a time when there was never
this to play
(to)
there has never been such a time
(as this)
i fool you into believing
hold flame in
hand
take this key
find the treasure if you can
put it in your pocket &
leave
it is gold that tells a story
tho it may not be an interesting one
to tell.
there is little space left
between
here &
now.
steve dalachinsky nyc 1:10 am - 1:20 am 7/7/04
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