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Where are we, Kaya?                                   Landscapes pock like amanita muscaria, fly agaria the long-legged mushrooms, scarlet and foot-cloven and languages rage and quicken like seeds Seated at the empty table bloated from unrequited intentions we refrain from embrasures Your Garingau voice &  throaty laugh ripple over our eyes Ha liya youn dabib? You ask: Where are we going? from here, with Lighthouse Caye in sight on this sea of blighted corals beyond Seine Bight where you were born as a footling-- inked though it became-- sole dark, Soul bright emerging from the long dive talismans training in your toothless mouth foretelling the deeper plunges off Billy Hawk Caye at Solstice soulfully spearing our Sole--food without strife And there is richer fare where we are going into the night Kaya. ~ Lin Ostler December 23. 2011 all rights reserved
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
Where Are We, Kaya?
Where are we, Kaya?                                   Landscapes pock like amanita muscaria, fly agaria the long-legged mushrooms, scarlet and foot-cloven and languages rage and quicken like seeds Seated at the empty table bloated from unrequited intentions we refrain from embrasures Your Garingau voice &  throaty laugh ripple over our eyes Ha liya youn dabib? You ask: Where are we going? from here, with Lighthouse Caye in sight on this sea of blighted corals beyond Seine Bight where you were born as a footling-- inked though it became-- sole dark, Soul bright emerging from the long dive talismans training in your toothless mouth foretelling the deeper plunges off Billy Hawk Caye at Solstice soulfully spearing our Sole--food without strife And there is richer fare where we are going into the night Kaya. ~ Lin Ostler December 23. 2011 all rights reserved
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Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
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