Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
The face of a Quos ego),
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
People might see to be the opening
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
People might see to be the opening
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Away from their profundity of surface.
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
Yes. The obvious
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Bronze the sky, with no
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
The face of a Quos ego),
To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage
People might see to be the opening
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
People might see to be the opening
with visors. Their brave recreational vehicles
Away from their profundity of surface.
Alberti, Brunelleschi, Sangallo,
Yes. The obvious
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Preface to the 1970 Edition
But what I am looking at is hardened snow,
Bronze the sky, with no
Shadows keep piling up as surfaces
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