the one-world madhouse

(via)

Time crystals.

Rune-mead, steeped in sculpted
transport of mud, blood-dark.

It's eighteen years whittled
away in this mishap.

Eighteen builds a soldier,
three cars, two apartments.

Wanton winters wasted
sweeping new graves' leaf-fall.

Woodcock strut. (via @Saskajanet)