Every one of us can survive. Just what persuaded you that we can’t? The resolve—in advance—to act as if it weren’t so.
"The Romans recognised the spiritual weight of ancient places and often sought to harness it."
“Hastur and the Loaned People”
today is only yesterday’s tomorrow
a ricochet of sorts within the kiln
a scrimmage in the coruscating polka
a mist that parts and closes as we wedeln
a paycheck ever late for harsh podelka
a marsh at midnight for infirm palaver
a treeless plain to thurify a druid
a plan to reassemble some cadaver
a pluviaminatory sky’s strange fluid
a bloody fingerprint on the polished banister
a tinkling in the dark, once-shaken bulb
a sorrow in the heart, that useless canister
a fissure in your reason’s isopleth
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