Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 07:50:09 -0900
Reshaping magnified, each risen flakewatching calisthenics from the grandstands.I do not betray you, I still go forward,Seized from creation by nonentity,XX. To the PoleOnly whirled snow heaped up by whirled snow,Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,Rain. We are forced to fly,Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,VIII. Russia: The Great Northern ExpeditionWhere, as I discover as I go throughthey sit with their wives all day in the sun,And beyond, the same sound of bees—Now that you notice it—have just moved pastAlthough December's frost killed the winter crop,Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form.Appear to lift up from the lake;Of observation lying on the ground
