the art of fooling robots (day 120)

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When one has lived a long time alone.

"...nor find sport/ In torch-light treachery or the luring owl" --The Ring and the Book

Golf Angst Entourage.

latticework whose leftover shapes have FADED
broken tools in the strange AGORA

sparks falling
clyte whiffs of DOVER

lemmingtide & tearing down
what took so long to ERECT

inchmeal leap
out of the swirling mists something crazy DARTS

shivers the bulwark
diary of a plunder year CIRCA

retracing the storms
where i got my IDEAS

one has paravent & ombrifuge
but it is the thought from far away that RENDS

crunchy step
broken glass from hasty CADGE

so ready for it to be over
all but the ASSET

was this necessary · that we would be taught
build on SILTS

lying cerulean
ultrageester, IDAHO

what justice
hovers in the pinprick eye like a LASER

hagoday by ragged fists battered
there that isn't THERE

aive quta not by chance
adventuring among the root SORES

We will create a new history, a new aesthetic, and a new religion—even that.

"Now anarchy is only tact when it works badly. Tact is only anarchy when it works well." --G K Chesterton

The stars continue to move in their regular courses, the seasons come and go as before.