"the foehn"
dread in my yardang droog
the glare snapping gladly
hangs by a dragline
music seems monstrous
& yet we must use it
among ghost yarrows
the chill churlish · i
squint at one more squamous
chore squirrelcage
"WEREWOLF (Palindrome)
Flow, a name’s lupine, moonlit side.
We distil no omen:
I pulse —
Man, a wolf."
--@Anthony_Etherin
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