"Autistic Gnosticism"

unusual illusions lie
talking squids in outer space
the sound of bent fabric
the roaring of a crane

gray finality gray the source
whirring as the planes enclose
and we, who always sought to save,
find ourselves destroying signs

the Negaverse
in crisis
in search of religious cooties

surrounded by books
wanting less & less to write one
picking up an old anthology
i should have been included in

How to split up the US. (via Silliman)

"...a relentless poet, dying and awake, howling a shattering song that contains us all." (via Poetry Hut)