"LOCH NESS
Upon the vernal equinox,
when all our fictions come to pass,
a shadow leans across the rocks.
Beneath the water, clouds amass:
a nebula absorbs the loch’s
illusions — hoaxes, dreams in glass,
the jostling haze of history’s whims —
until, at last, the creature swims."
--@Anthony_Etherin
"twinge"
our own disorders · like obol fare
drawing the drapes · drone crying
& cardboard · the common currency here
i gather up galleons · goldless sunken
a pdf prized · by a patient few
rooms still around · though reived of their poets
the fountain finishes · a few last drops
i drop my gazing · the drive gone
save silvery · mist drifting
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