And this: wing-whirr of geese,
wind-arrows in narrow
formation confirming
sea-currents still foment
their baleful heat, hot blood
and gold-greed still breed in
the mind; sea-wolves still found
fine steel in hearts: yours; mine.”
–-Ian Crockatt
"there is no try"
melodious road · arugula
Jingirdag journey · five seed bread
promiscuous mourning · some salvage
is not needful · nor suffices
in the antelucan · utter rout
of signs
"...the folk-tale, the hero-tale, of our particular niche in history."
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