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Star-Nosed Mole.

"madder lake"

morth in the mirror-world
floor is break to flinders
moment flurry

break, & reap brimstone
the drake-drizzle hour's
branching dream

left with folded leathery
wingspan spooling wire
of languagespar

Iris.

I used to fill my living quarters (when i lived alone) with scraps & broken toys & all manner of detritus--not much of which ever ended up in an artwork. I realize my collecting quotes & odd factoids (besides weird words!) in notebooks is of a piece with this--what in Goblincore are called "shinies". Not so much the arrangement that could be made of them (where one arrangement is as good as another or rather, one moment's arrangement is equivalent to another moment's arrangement), as the act of selection itself. Like that arcade game where you control a robot arm to pick out one toy from a heap of mixed others...

Gawain onstage.