part of me will forever
be rooting for the hunted
though sometimes i lapse reiver
part of me will forever
i know which army's braver
in these swart woods so haunted
part of me will forever
be rooting for the hunted
Spirals, cells, weeds, monochrome.
"I have laid too many eggs in the hot sands of this wilderness, the world, with ostrich carelessness and ostrich oblivion..." --Coleridge, Biographica Litteraria ch. II
Surely the second coming is at hand, detailed oil painting, remedios varo, james ensor.
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