“The Warning
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk—as strange, as still—
A white moth flew. Why am I grown
So cold?”
—Adelaide Crapsey
“Ontology is the luxury of the landed.” –Lisa Robertson
bardic grimoary & notions
“The Warning
Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk—as strange, as still—
A white moth flew. Why am I grown
So cold?”
—Adelaide Crapsey
“Ontology is the luxury of the landed.” –Lisa Robertson
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