Mob Scene No. 4
Beyond the rim of this flat world is where
poetry
Pre-Epitaph for Love
It will die slowly now,
Fall in New Brunswick
In our sea-country at Shediac, the late fall drifts in slow,
Somnolent Song
It is non-sleep sensitivity of ears
Flight
I loved him
A Lust Lies Heavy
A lust
'I, Lydia'
How tall is light that stretches to the sun
Embrace Me Earth
I remember, luminous one,
Urbs
Slow-hanging snow stims over the city
When an Angel Comes Out of a Minute
When an angel comes out of a minute God's book trembles
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