don't advance, night of pyongyang (day 87)

"Oh, now I know the night, and comprehend the sorceries of the moon, and all the dark persuadings that have their birth in storms and winds." --Pierre

"Like Madame Bovary blasted by lightning,."

sand poured by LAMAS
midst of a riot ALERT
grief off the METER

this sweltering ARENA
masks hung on the fourfold STRAP

Chagatay.

"at the age old pond
edge of the maelstrom"

--@poem_exe

Eyeball worlds. More.

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