"...entangled hazes faded hands create." --Anthony Etherin
"but rimbaud (guttered from my mouth)
where are we now say who
drowned what we sing
the wood has gone sour
sapped and soundless
in courtyards bottles mounded
smashed the half of them
sawdust moldering wet ash
rotten boards bricks
broken – a din
a deadened clatter"
--Wolfgang Hilbig via
"O, the dying are such acrobats."
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