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"I love difficulty."

"Flocks are flurrying to flesh talons
—whirl of wingbeats— wheeling, stooping,
swart-shadowglossy: swoop plumb downward,
cries clamouring with cackles of glee
to earn offal. Erne and raven
dive, and dangle on their doomed perches,
blademoisture-birds, battlesweat-thirsty,
whom heroes sate: the hoodie-crow,
cranes-of-corpses; in a clotted dew
swim swans-of-war."

--Rahul Gupta via

Two flaps of Mothra's wings.

They're asking Grok what to do & then not even doing it the way Grok said.

Confessions of an Opium Eater.