MARCH 1997		T H E RAVEN C H R O N I C L E S
			A R T H U R . T U L E E
	Untitled: IN MY MYTHOS American Grit From 1 Injun To Another (Waiting For Coyote) Untitled: The world ends tonight at half past ten. In The Zone Again Saving Face		Untitled in my mythos you are a world and breathe as a world does with your hair a forest that feeds your molten core your moods are more than tides your sun  your moon pull on you   pushing your edge polishing your raw continents your orbit is known   charted   plotted measured in minute values for hundreds of years in advance but this does not make you predictable any more than weighing your brain makes your thoughts knowable I want your equator the warmer climes of your possibility where the sun scorches casually and where everything grows so easily . . .
			© The Raven Chronicles 1997

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