another night without a comet (day 137)

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The old solar system.

"I think that the evasive part of language is the materia medica of freedom." --The Baudelaire Fractal

Ooranye.

to return to the same place
that we left unwillingly
wanders now one Graywyvern
in a dark red fez

the ghosts of America
for aye mistake their qibla
fall prey to many a dream
bootless idiom

by the roadside lift a stone
if you call that a mission
unscrew the old stripped nozzle
that will barely turn

nothing makes a sound

Desertion.

"winter sunset
even unto death"

--@poem_exe

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