Wednesday, August 27, 2025

( via / me )

The race goes.

the slow road of slather
sludge—simmering birdlime—

though we know Norns' winding
net merrily kills each

even the tall towers
tagged Harrowing-Foethwart

Ghazal.

“Only the paltry, superfluous, shameless wishes are fulfilled, and the great ones, the ones worthy of a human being, remain unattainable.”

The Secret Heart of the Clock, Elias Canetti; tr. Joel Agee (via @dreamsofbeing_)

Vixen.

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