"And the pineapples roll. Sometimes they detonate." (via feuilleton)
"ashwaganda"
scattered frogs
slain where fascist cogs flattened
free speech in its final throes
wine of violence, creature-crutch
this vague creature · reaches versts
its passage gravelly · gorp swilling
cannot be named · by the near gazers
no inside or out · but its feet march
& takes what · all of us stand on
"Maybe prayer and electricity are fighting a war."
To me there is a palpable difference in the light from August/September to October, & i'd been sublimally clued-in to that for some time without realizing that it wasn't just the range of temperatures that was altered for me. It's like a key-change in music. The same notes mean something else.
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