"...Loeb-reds, Loeb-greens, like Christmas in
The mind."
--Amit Majmudar
the hostile half-masted
heft of this reft flagday
troubles my soul trawling
tragic-shiny minefields
humans failing fumble
to fix human doomward
arc or illness wholesale
act as if pawns squandered
in the clearmare morning
amongst thickened liquids
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