Subject: Matt

From: "peirce yoshi" <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 20:04:59 +0900

Toward something that the world is pointing toward
And beyond, the same sound of bees
Dim, and die tonight?
XVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the Fram
the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
Glimmering of light:
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
Gray the cloud-like oaks
Sought to contrive, intending to express
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
How can they get the point of how a world
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
To mark that square, perhaps: were M?e and P?e
Away from their profundity of surface.
Calling me to you with wild gesturings
Deep in the fog that quenches every ray,
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
Away from their profundity of surface.
The edge of that other square cut from the right