landed latte (day 187)

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I mimic Eva.

"That the moon says, how little do/ we hear." --The Crystal Text

Ode to Billy Joel.

those we have who have gone
give us allies the more
guides the more
as we move t'ward Pulgasari
aureoles of chance
Serpo can tan corpse thereat
so dark the waves

snuff tape
inverting lens

I see dead octopi.

"It is new to me for a nightmare to lead to a lobster. It is commonly the other way." --The Man Who was Thursday

Foreverhome.

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