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Subject: The Prisoners' Dilemma Has Something To Do With Sailors
Date: 3 Oct 2005 12:02:28 -0700
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landscape distributions are seen from masts also
the sea is the face of VIRGINIA, yes, but
is there a limit on combing thin limit surroundings?
The Snatched Visit:
the snatched visit husks sink Indian Ocean
like mornings familiar thru
prisoners' Silent Belt Night
{exeunt prisoners, belting out "Silent Night"}
childlike Academy above did color down and
bricklayer them prisoner against prisoner
the walls were the panoramas
sugarcane ship put into THAT BOTTLE by
a circus of fingers, slowwwwwly the pursued,
decrying dry wolves restored straw by straw,
became golden throat doves,
and, sez the
Word all Earth,
"Your frequency echoes seemed to us only solitude"
rolled rooms ever for rolled Sun did recover crowds
might be an apt reply if Word all Earth didn't habitually
confuse forward speech with a hundred fetishes
aeons, aeons, & this poem ("The Prisoners' Dilemma Has
Something To Do With Sailors") is still talking about
prisoners -- & will wrap up with a mention of dry wolves
Word all Earth, you
sworn sheet traveler,
a lurid shadow of unwritten poems
just as ink is the shadow of fiction, is now, just as prisoners
were, Here of Shipwrecked There!
the wolves are coming up
next,
their
mouths are chewing-places
another next: a divide arises: though the prisoners be lost
(dead, under like-pleasure, tho constantly a line
which draws sea's end)
in the center of Indian Ocean sunk itself in center of All Water
they'll somehow find themselves in dry wolves' bellies
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