"A soul that goes more naked than the others from nothingness through the world to hell makes a greater impression on the world than the dressed bourgeois souls."
- Wittgenstein, January 28, 1[9]32 (via @aliner)
"melodious lozenge"
eclipse clamor · i climb over
moon of mortals · mourns villagers
still dark study · on a stale track
where will we wend
when the wind's tack
no more is friend
menaceful moon · amerce strangers
occulted curse · i curl pages
the wires worried · by weird beaks
& how will we fare
when the war's tweaks
adjust our share
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