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UNDERTOW Yes HelenI will call at twilight when its rainy when the peacocks are flying out over the sea. The undertow is the French Revolution the undertow is the Isle of Elba the undertow is a whore sucking on the granulated sugar Napoleons they were selling all over Paris in r8o4. We are emptied of our complexity. We stick out a green tongue point to our watch. Its a nightclub death not the death of a Quaker no whitewashed fl oorboards in the pine-trimmed heaven of your soul. Death being Shaker-simple. A sheep coughs on the green hill. Erect benches with the stars flying overhead like crazy. White and walnut mochaware herbs granite with a riot of shadows on white clapboard the hand the claw of an old lady pullingyoudown. Channel and tide old fishermen drowning a young bride stirring her soup. My crazy uncles loved it jumped in to feel the elevator shaft. Its the I dont care for you. 3