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mutilation odes, 1
 

safe
do you think it safe?
it is not safe
is very safe
said

my intention is to carry sail during the night
is not the same
the same as
on a bank of sand and shells

saturday morning
expected to be saved

saw the
sea ran so high
seems a
like I have not seen

sent

sent ashore
severally
shaken

she waits

there is good shelter

 
Love is its own rescue, for we — at our supremest, are but its trembling Emblems
Emily Dickinson, L522

 
ex Mutilation Odes (2001)

16 May 2012
tags: mutilation odes