9.11.2004

Whatever thread is paranoid
poetics, what sensory moves
the ocean to speak this way
with hurricane or drafts
along with full moonlight
obscure for the left margin
but the windows--to write
again on the coast, for the
coastline's way of speaking
indirectly looking at the sand
a sculpture for the trees
but bound for missive
for the dread glow's full tilt /

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