"The smell of autumn is in the air, like a pencil being sharpened in a damp church by someone who has recently smoked a pipe." —@thewritertype.bsky.social
"the paralyzing horrors"
the still hourglass · strict counting
you know there must be · moves gathering
or not? navigate · another desert
where toilet paper · a year past
flutters on spines intact
Metaphysical detective stories.
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