Hymn of Praiseyes for all the usual things love reeking massiveness into the thin air tracery of cicada wing distant spray of falls this great juggernaut of a turning world yet too my mother he said even toned in prosaic light was not a good mother and another this was our unspoken deal or she I was so unhappy the ripening of knowledge the new fact of fall through the quickening air sweetness gaining speed and weight the straightmost line of its path through the heavens that declare your glory |
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Copyright © 1996 Forward to Letters to the Zone Back to Back Drop Comix No. 7 Path of Least Resistance Cover of Episode 8 Enterzone |