"...How,
with flayed hand,
shall we pluck the white lyre
that rides the black thorax
of the zika mosquito,
resplendent in her viral robes?"
--Toxicon and Arachne
Little Ayse and the Magic Dwarfs in the Land of Dreams.
if it is already dim
what grows dimmer
carousel of lost fruits
device-agnostic
enveloped
by August suds
nunydjo barja
the Whelk
has it
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