one dancer leaves & she wraps cap a pie a reservoir of mordant mathematics; we, outside the theatre listen only to the moon passing o’er an avenue
Daily Archives: September 22, 2012
IV Quondam
Mercury at this late date, to no alarum — the batteries, trust in that, were dead — took a knap & fewest he as told & shortest cane, a lantern up- right behind the dog, tender with it, they; the man stood, shaped iron & adze made wood on his shoulder — she had saidContinue reading “IV Quondam”