Larry Sawyer - Of Foreign Coins

Larry Sawyer - Of Foreign Coins

Twice in the final hour a French br horn will crow. Examine the bark br of trees. At a ceremony to celebrate br oblivion, a peal of thunder br was birthed into meaning. br br Two eagles descended, lapping br the horse that won the race of existence. br br A loud voice: On the final day br of snow, flutes and whistles slowly br circle weeping caballeros. br br To sublet summer br there are twelve silences br and two lambs. br br A hand claps the thirteenth br silence, as if a shell upon a liquescent beach. br br Planted in a field against a shadow, br a priest spun webbed echoes the size of br Easter. A new constellation, itself backward, br now drips upon the pavement br electronic obsidian.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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