"The thing to do when life seems all a-topple is
To run and hide oneself in the metropolis."
--Anthony Burgess, Byrne (1995)
Just recursive colors trying to trick your brain.
"skinshark at twelve o'clock"
crowded night sky · tarot delivered
by owls · intermittent inkdrops
cerulean roads · rise like reveries
of the inland ocean · i ask crows
to murmur me back · their matchless silence
under the gaunt gaze · of gathered waters
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