Monday, April 08, 2024

( via / me )

Every Morning.

"rehearse my old defeats"

spindlyfly spiralling · through space duskfall
turquoise dulled · & a green duck's profile
we have sailed long · through a sickly light
back to baffling · broad day clowns
prying apart · portion by portion
the whole house · but you can't say that
things just fall · their time is finished
spindlyfly spiralling · in suppurating light

Sunshine Superman.

"I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe. But now I think that poetry changes only the poet."

—Mahmoud Darwish (via @ZeeshanJaanam)

Dear Lacuna, Dear Lard.

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