August 2012 – Page 20

< the heart the white – green rivers, < the heart of castle, valley, up to fish lake < the floor wrest 100 miles

fare to midland, morning, is he settled in a surrey, shall I brim, all that )

there is a precipice at A ( unless, perhaps, as diastole or catacaustic sapience, wide silence

in the lunchroom nearest to the red house no-0ne says al hamra ( anymore ), unless, perhaps, princesa, specimens distract her

I stood reciter of the fear thus gone y llover segun los llanos