giselian ghazal (day 127)

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Extinct constellations.

"We’re in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we’re in the vanguard of waiting." --Marguerite Duras via @SvenBirkerts

Hybtwibt.

wascally imperilled LEASE
they keep trying to EXPEL

furtive poem handed over
from an ant to an APHID

i have drowned all my fossicks
in this sweven of a SEINE

levitating turntable
boggles the abused ELDER

pebbles tossed on those rockpiles
brain made out of kapok RILES

solastalgia's noisy cure
Gilead whose codes INURE

fog gathered around a sword
Tlön's advent much less LURID

it was a concept, like, that
i lived in with ERICA

gears imbibe this grade o' sand
oobleck splashed on gray SEDAN

lounging around in louche robes
Sheiak fills its Roche LOBES

the existentialist towel
& the spry spinning OWLET

twitter feed en--Beast--abler
fitter tweed on heath to BLARE

all my sesqixa jitou
crunch of a Frito EERIE

stern tiles spell out entourage
turnstiles stuck at passage STEEP

Organon novus.

"white winter solstice
walking with the meerkat
tangled hair"

--@poem_exe

"I began to realise that the poets I was studying had, for the most part, realised during their lifetimes that they were going to be forgotten."

(@jeffreyford8)