Thursday, August 30, 2012

sun tzunami

(via thelegacy movement dot com)

By virtue of unpurgatorial woe
Are all these floods not teachers, nor the glare
Of summers urging fiery exodus;
I make of my bad cess a gauzy bulwark.
I find in the breaking, something else that breaks:
Could i philosophize like cherry tobacco
Then might i have a brief against the wolf,
A way to furl the rainbow of the glitch.

A land in which i've now become a stranger,
My personal past, into the permanent ice
I seek; maybe a star, maybe to cede
The last bright rays of Baja California
Where once with brimming dawn i made rathe tryst.

Dark Ecology & the Dark Carnival.

Walk on the Surface of Pluto. More.



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