I awake sometime early one morning. Through the window, a lamp flickers from it's lonely outpost on the sidewalk. I sit upright and the inconsistent strobe casts distorted shadows across the walls. Could it be sending a message
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Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain LookoutschizoformSeptember 21 2005, 06:22:20 UTC
(-Gary Snyder)
Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read A few friends, but they are in cities. Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup Looking down for miles Through high still air.
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Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
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