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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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