finding strength in the sadness of forests (day 139)
(@TerrifyingVids)
"before this winter wind
when i seemed to have
your hand"
--@poem_exe
"I build anti-gravity machines out of words."
the vocative of ego
a cabana in Baghdad
flight of the ideogram
fished out from a pile of stuff
a vision of remnant snow
these books that i cannot read
all thoughts smoke into jasmine
all things ravel into air
"Something cast in aluminum from a one-half
scale model of a freight shed."
"lunar eclipse
on my monitor
lunar eclipse
horse is coming"
--@poem_exe
(pi-sliuces on tumblr)
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