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Concerto in E minor for Bassoon.

"gibbous zugzwang"

in this blast heat blurry
bling frequency census
stern narcissist nonsense
nags idiot Eeyore
munch tulpomancy
mug impetus fret-none
killer in me catnip
spoons-cost of the moon's peace
October light—tombstone
trance foraging edgelords,
not September natheless,
nard builded on spill-dunes—
or Fillmore's flerd truncheon
redbrick fetch of hedgehogs

Now we venture franchise.

"I truly don’t know what’s triggered it, but this phrase from Tacitus keeps coming to mind today:

'They make a desolation and they call it peace.' " —@colinsmith.bsky.social

Groove Holmes.