traga breqat

Sometimes i think the self is nothing but a murmuration of co-ordinated noises.

Eta Carinae.

in sunlight to the Moon VASSAL
word transmissions traceless, mild, & then ACTIVE

notice in passing smashed trees
with here & there, STORES

watch radar
listen for the real wail of SIRENS

driverless flying taxis
planned here; clogs, AVENGE

Graywyvern sees them already, skyscraper
jaunts LESSEN

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