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Green-Striped Melons.

"Omnipotent days and shaven stars

A kind of star
A kind of dismay

A supercilious orderly side looks from
  a stable fitting
    at a little
      alarm of despair

You do not
  want a fitting, you
    want a noon
Would you be a frame?

There is no dismay more omnipotent
  than excellence

You are seldom omnipotent and scorn
  everything that is ticked
You split what
  steps for you
Shaven are you who unravel the
  dismay of the skin

Grislier than an affliction

A sort of childhood
A kind of day
A kind of season
A sort of morning
A kind of hill"

--Issue 1, 695.

Beyond the Palindrome.

"It has become impossible for me to write anything this isn’t about the total moral failure of the genocide unfolding before our eyes. Every essay loops back. It seems disgusting to somehow say anything else. Or that everything returns to it, to the core atrocity." --@saintsoftness

On the train.