Lovely. ----- Original Message ----- From: "Allen Bramhall" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <WRYTING-L@listserv.utoronto.ca> Sent: Monday, July 04, 2005 8:21 AM Subject: causative salutation
In a rainforest, young love, a restless dictation, swelters of words. These words, transcribed or conscripted, realize something in action. The action takes place sailing. Rivers inhale. the boat stutters in phrases of indignant rapprochement. Clearly a season begins. The people of Tangier have set limits. We read the news even now. Potency exhausts after all. posing for pictures at the end of Massachusetts, relying on something virtuous in saying so. Or backing up just to assert that fraction. A town at the end of Massachusetts, looking over to Tangier, desperate to be in place. The news of place then returns. Tired people in spirit detach possible inflictions from conflict. Wise cats and dogs roll into curves. The rainforest is have or enough. distance causes evaluation. Soon a tunnel thru to the heart of something else, which will ring Appalachian door harps. Spots on the sun as testaments for extra centuries. Looming over these messages the quality of mirage. the holiday isn't real.