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"When all our bones are dust and that dust is a line of radioactive sediment in a stratigraphic layer halfway down some vast canyon wall carved by a wind more at home on Mars than present-day Earth, the Voyager probes will still be going strong."

"you on the journey to my
firethoughts in the blackgravel"

--Joris's Celan

British Racing Green.

"speaker of dark secrets"

   argyle gray
leechgathering
   dissolved quick
zebra-striped dust
   they will take
your tall shadows
   for a count's
abacus-click
   tap water
& a wild twinge
   in fingers
feathered argyle

   indigo
& rust answer
   where sunrise
brings reckoning
   this scrimmage
or elbow scrape
   will have form
in the hastened
   gasp-story
—never for those
   who need it—
gallopstymie
   indigo

I will & not long.