

On CloudseasThe sea in the sky Smiles up in my eye. Flying frozen in A torrential plume- But never to resume a crash or fall.On Cloudseas
Above this all, I soar- My eye seeing more Than ever before.
The infinite waters float, rather than I Infinitely floating-
Still, I do not sink Over the mountains.
My eye looks out again
The moon spreads Her moon-sung butter On the moon-strung horizon Of a monsoon's mother
She dances, as she is Plucking pearlescent ice From the frosty flotsam of The sea


excerpt from "SupplementKamhla tweaked his mirrors with a gloved hand and caught a glimpse of his own reflection. His weak black eyes peered through the chronic smudge that resided on the left side of his spectacles. Smudges, scratches, and other small significances were the only distinction between any one Kamhla and any other. They had come all at once from a nursery in Mhtepa, during the year of Na Kanete. From this year had come forth the entire third generation of laborers in the System of Enthalpia. He had come with a standard occupational training, which was to transport rice to places of labor. The ship kept drifting, but now away from Enthalpia.excerpt from "Supplement
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Ayesha. J. Khan
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-- **PRO-FRANCE, Anti-Bush** John+John 2004!!
I'm very tired... but I really love that image. It makes me want to get back into photomanipulation.
I can never get the things out of my mind and onto the screen like that.
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