May 2  2004

One-thousand one-hundred eighty-five 




some threat or wounding lake snakes one complete furlong

a bet to nation states banks its low myth to song

spit hard low fearless shore tender and nearly dead

write like a drying snake shapes its slow skin to bed

one pope from harbour gate, condition, regimen

count for count and count for true

facings

casting sea


 

 


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