one record lost in another record (day 78)

"Each mosque seemed to exhale a different kind of sadness...on my soul, passing through that period, filled with mingled anguish and love, began to open out to Oriental mysticism." --Pierre Loti, "Constantinople in 1890," in: Carmen Sylva, 1912

"The question of which knots are slice depends on whether you choose to include these crumpled spheres."

enough desuetude
even here, without ruins;
books that i haven't
opened in untold years · cold
trails blaze up like phosphor waves

Counter-Earth.

"the little crow
when i seemed to have
an island"

--@poem_exe

Composing lyrics in the world's least lyrical language.

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