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None to Ego.

Duck & Squirrel, squire me
to the Black & White Bloomhoard
through such bleary-squelch

drywall hardly holds back
sarsar from the gray ascendence
sort of like hilch

i rest in turned redbrick
queue with cueball-lidless
this coral arroyo

it isn't burning inchmeal
that makes wodwo mournful
nor acts of men

or gods · gussied up towers
turn their all-attentive
regard on the tells

Hidden signature.

“Inside eternal hours
one can fix lifeless eyes
on the smoke of a cigarette,
on a cup’s form,
the carpet’s faded flowers,
or on imaginary writings on the wall.”

(Forugh Farrokhzad; tr. Sholeh Wolpé) via @dreamsofbeing_

"...F-16s and the smoke of death."