"The Final Push" (Pessoa XXV.)

Vetust oblivious boomerang Cadillac [lack]
Geronimo, for the first and only dwelling
time, time's flight to now and going back
on strong wings lifted high, the high compelling.
Vertigo and trilobite eyes. My truth
the road that winds into jungle from Harrar [are]

cries ascend from the smouldering field of youth.

An owl with a snow-white underbelly. Ignore.
This lamplit sphere, contained within a glance,
knows nothing but the lore of captive things;
the clink of dishes, a cold rain countenance
play requiem on ghostly scrannel strings.
All is as it was before, but we
are suddenly without reality.


"If your router trusts my router, and my router trusts Evil Bad Guy's, then YOU trust Evil Bad Guy too."


A vending machine for crows.