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Grid with slow waves.

"Letter to Camp Orford

Looking skyward by daylight I see only
The branchless falling.

Nights, there is a well-bottom of sky.

And the old men go for the mail in the mornings,
With their hands let down like pails;
What they hold is held flat between spars;
Later they dream of their hands broken, as rocks.
‘So the dipperful summer leaves us.’

Evenings, they lean to the long vines.
'He went off,’ they say, 'as the light was felling the treetops,
Where he is now is a dry place;
No ship lifts its bones.’

And after their canyons of talk, after–
Rising, the rocky moon–
They take the same old Hebrew wells, like men
Whose hands are withheld from stones.

Love, I remember well
How, out of dusk, you builded around us bark
So that our tree lengthened: how, even then,
We watched the old men go home
With a candle of wet in our bones.”

—The Grasshopper’s Man

Hayli Gubbi eruption from space.

"RFK is Dennis Hopper in Blue Velvet" —@explodingpiano.bsky.social

Handmaids take over Lincoln Memorial.