(via iit dot *du slash ~khanath slash *bay slash sakina)


   'LXX

EVERYONE SMILES AT THE CASUAL WAY I SINK TO THE BOTTOM, CELLULAR FROM EATING well and drinking well.

Does money walk around with no food? Or is there someone who gives it seeds like a little bird. Frankly, I know almost nothing about this.

Oh stone, generous cushion to the end. Let us, the living, love the living, since the good dead things will come later. How much we have to love them and hug them, how much. We should care about current events, for we won't always be as we are. Since temporary Ravines are missing from the essential cemetaries [sic].

The carriage goes in the clay, on edge. The passage hits us on top of the head, with its dozen steps, scaled in horizontalizing frustration of feet, through shivering vacant sandals.

And we're afraid to take a step, since we're never sure if we swing with the pendulum, or if we've already crossed it.'

--Smith's Trilc*


"All sin ever is evil,
As is Sargasso
Forever on Ossa..."

--Satir*: V*ritas