"Here I am in an evil place full of love..."
Random # 237 = 456 in base-7; 4 + 5 + 6 = 15 lines
march of clouds · clustered far down
the high occulted horizon
no hurricane harm · here looms
we relish a nice respite
as a fuse smoulders down · famous & bejasmined
by visions of utter doom
i focus on fingent · orts or the near echo
from things blown up elsewhere
cannot disabuse · myself of the bother
i keep track for no purpose
terrible things trawling · these still depths
these habits with fishhooks
& rippling lights · i long for passage
without rude barricades
& cries of impending death
"spring mist –
a mallard paddles
through our stillborn’s ashes"
--H Gene Murtha via @ericcoliu
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