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Explorations Underground (Free verse) by ecargo

How you look to me: Saluki lean, scrawled sapphire, a warrior in woad crawling ahead through this caustic barrow. Lichen tawny, the light seems strained, spreading oddly from the ovate wellhead beneath the deadfall, a hole through the ancient moraine, where this hollow hour holds the liquid, thumping backbeat of some river’s end.

ecargo 3-Apr-06/2:21 PM
I do remember Christof (that nice sculpture poem), but what does he have to do with Salukis? Or woad?





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