thinnest crescent · sky of tourmaline
nuking the fridge · from the thinnest crescent
my back baking · as i stand at the pump
have to add octane · my back baking
finally there was only the · stone remained of me
thinnest crescent · tourmaline flown
Intelligence is a matter of the long run, but stupidity is a matter of moments.
"Leaves blown across the lawns of foreclosed homes; leaves on forest floors, moldering delectably; leaves pressed between the pages of a book, which so have learned, a little, to think; leaves still shocked by the summer's departure, still clinging to their high aeries and in denial; leaves that had promised themselves to take up yoga or ballroom dancing when they had the chance, and now they have the chance; leaves that fell young, half-eaten by caterpillars, and vain about the holes they have to show for that ordeal; leaves in Missouri so unlike the leaves in Illinois but not ashamed; leaves that were never seen by any human, having been hidden, as though in a harem, by other leaves; leaves gathered in the burrows of chipmunks and witness to their love; leaves dissolving into mulch by the margin of the road. Number them all and remember them." --Thomas Disch (who died July 4)
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