-Peter Ciccariello
On 8/14/06, Sheila Murphy <
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Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED] > wrote:House of Sand*Postcards from the sky and the seaDry and harden into dust.The skin of a beachCould be you, soon.Get some in your eyesThen close them.The sky covers itself.You cover me.The crater in front of youIs for corpses.Everywhere there are children.A labyrinth of circlesWinds you closerUntil it stopsAnd you stop, too.Shadows make a desert thrive.What real music is likeHas always been difficult to explain.When they got to the moon, they found sand.Tom Savage8/12/06
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