doomsurfboard (day 85)

(via)

"And cool'd his thirsty lip, beneath the glow
Of Mecca's son, with urns of Persian snow..."

--Lalla Rookh

Spinoza on the move. (thread)

tied of smoothly slice
clay zeta manual
finger dipped in blood

analyze cat maul stilb
the maskless many
dripped from the Hyades

philosopher's tor
pink & purple neon
to quote Joe Coffin

Modern Gagaku.

"silent cathedral…
on wind-barren meadows…
in darkness lingering"

--@poem_exe

Kappa.

(@CrookedCosmos)