"Our words don’t suit prophecies anymore. That power is left to other species: to oak trees, for example, to the tides, which through their restlessness carry a phosphorescence we’re not equipped to hear."
- Etel Adnan, Shifting the Silence via @EverySongIveEve
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way stations
start vanishing
you recall
a counter-tale
the skyline
in glints scattered
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