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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4288 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Wolf News Caratheodory This is what I see: tracks, lines, trails, bent stalks, small prints in dirt ... but then there are primary trails: vapors, clouds of smell, communicating wires, the history of all who passed before me, their health and direction, mood and intent, messages that cannot go unread, only evaporate to be replaced by newer ones, layer upon layer of deep rich sediment, exhalations, urinations, oils, saliva, excretions, who ranks, who rejects, who mates, who travels, who kills, who sickens, who is at home, who is not, whatever is dropped, brushed, torn, left behind, whatever can be carried by wind and air and can tell me the story of the hour, whatever I can use to complete my own needs and understanding, though there are things I do not know: how do butterflies die? do they just land, fold their wings and wait, not to fly again? does time slow, being extend? My own death may not be as easy but you will read that story later. |
