rethinking my digital shopping choices (day 168)

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"...and still the shadow of the tower fell athwart Susran like the shadow of an evil gnomon moving on some disastrous dial; and still the umbrage of the power of Malygris lay stagnant as the tomb's night on the minds of men." --Clark Ashton Smith

Night.

"give me a homeland
the taste of pine
a swallow
of flowers"

--@poem_exe

"In each case Lewis treads a fine line: he must throw a veil of unknowing over the secret aspects of the cult for fear of violating its mystery and offending the god; and yet he must include enough coded and deictic specifics to make manifest the holy mystery of the religion."

golden dragonfly
bobs & weaves
choose a side to be on

dreariment
derecho storm

the last of the festival pyres
over the heads of the town
the emperor's seat

quidmining
past the point of ever catching up

i have known enough architecture
to imagine any architecture
yet i crave to know more

tossed from text to text
like a beach ball on the waves

all the dead planets
we could still look upon
we could still cherish

my wanderings
have never ceased

the smell & the cold
are absent
from this ancient stone facade

should my love of desuetude one day enfold
the boxed-up books abandoned to my storage vault

all secrets lead back to childhood
but they lead
back to multiple childhoods

i imagine going to live there
becoming a fan of the puppet shows

again the art of combining
what can this suburb join
that my mind cannot think it

an old poem
with most of the textures missing

so many words like this
a specific occurrence that takes certain initial conditions
untranslatable

all this to teach me
losing can be just as good as keeping

"Writing will wreck you if you let it."

"sleepless all night
the sand unsettles
by the vending machine"

--@poem_exe

"Illness narratives (pathographies) may be broken down into three categories: quest, restitution, and chaos stories."

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