Between the vertex that the far-lit gray
Would their world not remain comfortably
The road, but not far enough ahead
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Again awaken from your being gone to find
A pallid yellow lingers
What is there in the depths of these walls
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Snow haze gleams like sand.
The pain of being born into matter.
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
The line between the outside and this room
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
References
Would their world not remain comfortably
The road, but not far enough ahead
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Again awaken from your being gone to find
A pallid yellow lingers
What is there in the depths of these walls
And Mère Chose's square of world, even as they
Snow haze gleams like sand.
The pain of being born into matter.
giddy as good kids playing hookey. Now,
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
The line between the outside and this room
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
Amid the gloom, there, on the pole, stands black
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard
References
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