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Pieces of Cosette.

      “Calamiterror” (--George Barker)

Brittle bones in lands of seiche
   Prowl the omnishambles
Walking shipwreck makes a wish
   In adamantine marbles
Where there is no other course
   Frenzied visions hand us
Intergeneration curse
   Whose riddle is tremendous

Black is white and white is black
   Only in the telling
Cameras on the shuffling cup
   Never catch its stealing
Still this nightmare grows apace
   Waking eyes turn bleary
Will not climb the long abyss
   To morning and its glory

Lightning strike we hope for most
   Out of mere confusion

"Tell me brother, where do we go?" (AI song)

"Frog and Toad jumped away. Toad was shaking.

'I am not afraid!' he cried."

--@frogandtoadbot.bsky.social

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