This Beast Has Come Running from the Hill.
"year of the snake"
squelchmas · Norn
waft describing
cold wind furls
a walk stymied
black fathoms
tend this oblique
hejira
through half-shapes sped
take nothing
keep none of these
your missive
mangled en route
only barks
& bleak restless
reckonings
announce your cairn
what noon carries · you want occulted
in the redbrick Wanderjahr
yolk of boilflurry · no way flummoxed
nothing but this small bill
Funeral Parade of Roses. ☆☆☆☆
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