Subject: Elliott

From: "ezra janka" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:36:38 +1000

Of meaning like these뾲he world created by
And M?e Chose's square of world, even as they
Standing in the way of the truth. A white
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,
This drizzling three-day January thaw,
Beneath a pile of corpses, lying massed
By the design of our own silent eyes
I seek, above all, in the wandering
The bees are buzzing,
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
The mortal architect had brought to life,
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
Where does this all end? What is the vanishing
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Beyond ice floe and berg and ice-bound sea,
Not daring to oppose
Coextensive with everything? How could they know?
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,