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At the end of the battle.

"every night, another moon rises, and over time the sky fills up" --@allgebrah

Bill Knott's collection of "Chanson d'automne" translations. (from about p. 4 on)

"cutout bin"

1.
this light that's only lent to us
can be taken away at times
a lantern tumped

sun-devouring virus
& our games gone like smoke
evanish each guest

holding up dark glass high

2.
another screed against scrolling
act harrying the empire
ascribed uffishness

the ichneumon wields Nardil
or Lojban like a lead pipe
in the night of lessons

Passio Verbigenae. (via Feuilleton)