Photographs. Sort of.

Tag: poem

  • Was told

    mounta nin the wind universea flow sbye i naspec of dust  a live mount ainsin side    

  • Protected: Hence

    Protected: Hence

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  • Protected: dance

    Protected: dance

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  • Grasp

    Grasp

          if only we could grasp what flightless things these lives of men and women really are then would we see that stones are liquid and we thinner than thought spun drunk cocoons termed life          

  • and Was

    and Was

    and Was is such a strange unfathomable I learned this morning at seven-thirty you died yesterday and Was this vacuum you left behind for me, subtle and wide like the shadow on the north side of a building refleshed in some small way the wounds of shadows past im learning this body memorized what death…