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"There is a permanent time that poetry lets us into. There are doors in all the centuries, feeding into this permanent time."

"Superfood Moon"

litharge grins · in the gray gloaming
pogrom & peers · proceed to flow
registers wail · for the box wolf
a cool climbing · collapse past
  & lost days retrievable

here where no mask · was made fitting
my stories stay · & my stars stored
roof-cerulean · cold corridors
wire fencing · & the fucked up street

Pleonexia.

"LORD OF THE RINGS (Palindrome)

Eyes,
till it’s won,
kill orcs.

A nine-men order.
Baser Gollum.

I mull ogre,
sabre, drone —
men in a scroll.

I know, still, its eye."

--@Anthony_Etherin

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