From: "michael helsem"
To: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: book3 Date: Thu, 06 May 1999 10:29:09 PDT Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; format=flowed; Content-Length: 3019 Status: O "Green City": Because of its also being cold, the table made of marble other than for sleeping on, i my hands around a mug not mine habitually place & smell the tea (acceptance!). "Trailing-cmavo": Dim one amid the solar fires; ruler of business cycles; lesser-bright we look through black glass at; symptom of we don't know what disease... They say you can call the Master of Blackbirds, but only blackbirds will answer. The smell of just-cut grass, a moment on the air then gone. Trailing-cmavo. "Vision Quest": My free-time is never enoughsome (complaint!). I have to tend so many machines, so many things entailed by what i did before. I want to begin a new thing. But the place for it to grow in is about the size of a postage stamp. "The opposite of smoke": (Sexual appreciation!) Last night-- Gold-green is the sodium-light on the leaves tonight. (Emotional-togetherness!) Soon voice-- Gold-gray is the sodium-light on the street tonight. By the right-way, we go north through frightful statues. (Patience!)(courage!) I know you want the journey to end. "Flatiron building". You remember something. I remember instead, the sound which is absent: 'Fog-material'. I hear the radio with background, my joined-memory. A voice. A similar one. A bubble remains for a long time, & too long. Myth of a fated destruction. Your voice, however, is shelter & home. Inside the derogatory-voice is anguish to the point of madness. I don't finish understanding this. Noise. Result of removal. It's a "light-passing-through thing" sent by the goddess star, in truth. Long ago poets knew this, & didn't finish understanding, either. It's a story of fate & destruction, & of a love which continues for all time. The preceding, what can one do about it? (Eureka!) I was wrong. I am free. You are (my) lover. In the past a person could believe that they were free, or that they were unfree. Nowadays one can do likewise. Only he who experiences the great love can truthfully talk of freedom, or of unfreedom. "Moon River": Grayish pink sky above the suburb during the activity of us walking on the roller support-surface. In this semi-night i am joined to her by an intermittent hand & by a constant achievement of being-with. I fear nothing (confusion!)(spiritual wonder!). Despite being surrounded by the familiar hazards. "'Most bird-like'": (Serenity!) The she-if & only if-me twosome is shelter and/or thing-sheltered-from, holy and/or profane, (literally:) frame of meaning and/or opposite-of-meaning (strong religious wonder!)(sexual mixed with emotional mixed with mental). Therefore i will sing a wedding song. And celebrate the state of a promise of infinite-time, made by two short-continuers. "Green & Gold Mercuryword": I love-dwell between regularly- & continuously-with. I am dishwash-wise. Ritual haircut, for the sake of a woman with 'tea'. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com