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The Darc Krystal.

"Metaphors

I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off."

--Sylvia Plath

A map of Tba.

"Leda and the Swan"

esoteric ads · for ills' prescriptions
night of near war · enough to keep track of
      wonder how soon
      this blue halcyon
      shell of protect
      no longer reigns intact

passed the wound warehouse · a ways i am free of
a shudder that shapes · my sheer cairn
      plight by plight
      a crow marplot
      one way sailing
      the word-filled ceiling

these murder myst'ries · mildly violent
i ponder through panes · impending crossed
      by the lines of chaos
      where the living caress
      ghosts like smoke
      through glass sealed sneak

As it looked in August 1942.