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mutilation odes, 1

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

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 ashore

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