( me / via )

And The Absurd Was Born.

lost 55 years show
barely even rumorous

by the skin of our teeth
we made this passage

hitchhiked coast to coast
with a dime in my pocket

a refugee camp
was where i learned to read

Slow turn.

"A hyacinthine darkness flooded the titanic cedars before the house above whose immemorial crests like a sad opal the moon was rising." --Valmouth

Ancestress.