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One Last Bet.

tyvek haze i hover
holdouts in the cold dark
my chosen tool chilblains
chatbot choir my spiral
light that shall be looted
lingering flakes aches-full
& the starved hymn stumbles

"You stalk a path through this Zone tossing one stone at a time into the fog. Toward what magic?" (via Mefi)

"Let everything happen to you:
beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."

—Rainer Maria Rilke via @zeeshanjaanam

Greetings from the New World.