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    "Goldenseal" (Pessoa VIII.)

Philosopher & delver of the undermasks,
bug washed down the drain. Forgetting when
forgetting is salvation. Nothing unmasks
like sciamachy. Minotaur tholins' plain
rains mainly on the groundlings of the masque, [mask]
and secret prisons harvest prion eyes.
Soliloquy. This is the work, the task:
with fecklessness the Gordian knot unties
what holds back those who long for other faces
and diff'rent latifundia of losing.

My patience is gone. Grimalkin wryly grimaces.
The storms have come, heedless of further causing,
to shake the house with morning thunder, masking
haply explosions. Why fear mere unmasking?


"All the long moonlight nights I dream'd of Ule,
And in the dark half of the month, my heart was there."

--Frederick Tuckerman


Obama 7-27-04.


The Classical Gas Video. (thanx Melanie!)