Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 20:45:18 -0400 (AST)
From: Stacey Maxine Armstrong <armstrsm-AT-is2.dal.ca>
Subject: Re: blue




cantable canticle cantilate. A Loan is not alone. A wish as a fist. Con
tomb plait. Comb pluck ate. Where are the echoes?  sister of narcissus
indebted to rushes. gaging death. mortgage...blind and folded
obligation awaits the embedding emboldment of sacrificial
lightning...strike..."dont be shy baby...dont be careful with 
me"...Fairing... Listen to the boredom.  A Loan is not alone...
alone...typographic maggots listing catalogue canticle of maize. A
maze...A maze. You have followed something into a maze without string or
knots...Penelope elopes loping...groaning horns...copying and
lating...minnow tearing...cop too late... Nots noting nothing. Gregorian 
cantables...forged repetitions lingering lisping...the notes dont help the
knots...the ants dont string the pearls of trails left lying
there...Surely poppy, surly pollen higher than gliphs...the apsis of dawn
aches...cupped and bowled in hands that will not recognise the fingers of
signification...metonymy wont sing for me...the fingerings of knots with
notes...the score..the score...what is the score...without signatures of
play...copy the score so the notes wont be lost sounding...A Loan is not
alone...bees flat and A is sharp...spell this...this lease...the least of
timid cant icicles...dressing blue with worms as rings in spells...the
night glows worms on loan from rest...flares of profit in solar
blindness...spelling on the sun with letters loaned from horns still
echoing...a loan is not alone.

sma
 
> Alone is a loan.. I carry its loud horn.. It fills me with echoes that I
> have worn.. It nevers get silent even when I am torn.. There you are!!...
> dressed by that loan which brought all colours to dawn... Nothing left of
> that blue except the glue... Fixated to its groan.. keeping my body
> dessicated with worms... It is a debt that has no rest.... So heavy ... it
> stole my breath... Least I can hope is left something timid to spell
> with..It never .. so passionate that hell is said to be... Alone is a
> loan.... It is the only one that I do not own.. It comes without inviting...
> sneaking every now and then from its hiding.. It just sarcastically eager to
> crush me within its tidings... Wrath be with the loan that keeps grown... A
> profit that dances on its flaring bodies .. never tired... ever wired into
> every plug seized in me....
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> Alone...........  Alone............. Alone .................... 
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