coprolite challenge

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"The dead were just like the living: they all wanted something they could never have." --The City in the Middle of the Night

Parsons Eclipses.

the light of other suns
impossible desire
where here the sovereign dark
in stagnant channels runs

the smell of a burning tire
the sleep-shattering bark
in the luauesque commons
no alternate choir

"Kathy wouldn’t read it but she did ask me how bad it was."