"MANDRILL: a mad admiral in an animal drama" --@lukebradford01
"I used to go out into the world and feel my aura dented all over like a golf ball."
"The Fall of Leaves
The green has suddenly
Divided to pure flame,
Leaf-tongued from tree to tree.
Yea, where we stood it came.
This change may have no name.
Yet it was like a word;
Spoken and none to blame,
Alive where shadow stirred.
So was the instant blurred.
But as we waited there,
The slow cry of a bird
Built up a scheme of air.
The vision of despair
Starts at the moment’s bound,
Seethes from the vibrant air
With slow autumnal sound
Into the burning ground."
--Yvor Winters
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