"A shutter of strokes
The echo has remained in the spring–the
one echo, turning
lustre without blood
I have closed us once
I have paused by
the gashes of the future
I have had countenances
With most undetermined cold I have
confounded a sleet
I have traipsed in gloom, in
shedeing the open throw, in
the amber darkness of cerulean motley
This throw has been
mine, like loose
strokes
Like a throw
There has been
time to undergo
the stroke that I have
opened"
--Robot X, 308.
"He was a hydraulic engineer and Remedios was infatuated with his technical drawings." (via @tribe_xx)
"today I'll be
raptor or river rock
either will do
to soar on an updraft
or tumble underwater"
--an'ya
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