( me / via)

God.

“enlarge upon bankrupt ants and be relieved from doctrines” –@everyadage

Wruxled in White.

In the subfusc before-the-storm
imprecation of sky i taste
there is nothing of Innsmouth. Harlequin,
laugh. Hazards of absinthe,
but nothing of the Old Gods.
What was sunken shall rise, streaming;
what was fallen shall rule.
In the subfusc before-the-storm crisis

i can only think of Innsmouth's absence.

(2018)

My ridiculous drottkvaett writing process.