a feather rests on scales of ebony Anubis looms beyond malaise perfumes by gently fact that the time for deeds is past inspired by Egyptian lore.
forests of Iroquois
afterwards there was a cast of sawdust the earth trembling quiet, and spirits of the forest winnow while the daguerreotype blackened— a voice of maudlin nostalgia rasps unintelligible; but still i listen. resting upon the tree stump (its name 'sui generis' was) i'm conscious that weeks gone by what i heard were likely Silverstein's homilies …
The-Bleu-Bivouac 