"Baphomet perigee"
potsherd traipse in the shelter
like the saraband of satellites
oppugns silt
weave what never wavers
the hard light of having
your mission go haywire
infall of utmost onus
parry & the perfect
echo purls
Fast car or slow, they made sure that no one would ever escape again.
A thread of my favorite entries.
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