Random # 231 = 450 in base-7; 4 + 5 + 0 = 9 lines
a clavichord's sorbet
rendered into black marks
my grille the trace reader
where dusk's tasks intermix
friction-lent surrender
door kicked in by caring
clavichord lurk-circles
& this to find thunder
& there is time barely
"As structures collapse, dust particles attempt to relentlessly reorganize themselves, gravitating through the void of deconstruction." (via karl kempton on fb)
"Those who say the masses won't look to AI for 'truth' are like those who said no one would buy cheap, China-made knockoffs from WalMart." --@JOEBOTxyz
"Alcove of words out of cicada shade..." (via )
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