Psychedelic leaves to themselves.
"this morning
the emu escapes
the fan"
--@poem_exe 9/2020
"Yet still the unresting castles thresh..."
"How delightful to lie in bed in the lengthening afternoon, eating tiramisu and talking about art, about making and moonlight, about silverpoints and pastel smears on old paper, about layers of glassine and light boxes and platinum prints of smoke and swirl." --@MinxMarple
"Together, what can we know?..."
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