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Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is… But relentless when it does. It h… With catastrophic change, and with… At which one order more of Magnit… Will bring us to a qualitative cha…
You see them vanish in their speed… The many people hastening through… And wonder what they would have do… This time of time speed distance,… Of molecules hastened by what risi…
The world is full of mostly invisi… And there is no way but putting th… Or its nose, in a book, to find th… Things like the square root of Ev… Or how many times Byron goes into…
By the dry road the fathers cough… This is their room. They are the… That bloody sun upon the southern… And crushed the armored beetle to… The father’s skin is seamed and dr…
Roughly figured, this man of moder… This average consumer of the middl… Consumed in the course of his aver… Just under half a million cigarett… Four thousand fifths of gin and ab…
Naked before the glass she said, “I see my body as no man has, Nor any shall unless I wed And naked in a stranger’s house Stand timid beside his bed.
The fishermen on Lake Michigan, s… For kicks, they spit two hunks of… At either end of a single length o… And toss that up among the scaveng… Who go for it so fast that often t…
Two universes mosey down the stree… Connected by love and a leash and… Mostly I look at lamplight throug… While he mooches along with tail u… Getting a secret knowledge through…
“The art of our necessities is… That can make vile things precious… A mile out in the marshes, under a… Which seems to be always going awa… In a hurry, on that Venetian land…
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their shadows were as one. The ordinary night was graced
It is true, that even in the best-… Such things will happen; it is tru… What’s done is done. The law, whe… Our hatred, sees no fire in the fl… But by the smoke, and not for thou…
This admirable gadget, when it is Wound on a string and spun with st… Maintains its balance on most any… Surface, pleasantly humming as it… It is whirled not on a constant co…
Two lovers to a midnight meadow ca… High in the hills, to lie there ha… Like effigies and look up at the s… The never-setting ones set in the… To circle the Pole in idiot majes…
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no… And be sustained upon the style al… Like the Holy Ghost cruising abov… The abyss, or like the little anim…
This morning, between two branches… Beside the door, epeira once again Has spun and signed his tapestry a… I test his early-warning system an… It works, he scrambles forth in sa…
