Speaking of Infinite Cold
Our flesh falls from our bones
one step out of this charmed circle.
Yet we cannot abide
here, & listen to these voices
that once were ours, now grown strange & strangled…
But stay.
In the mallard’s iridescence
of shiny green, duller indigo,
find a duplicity equal to the chill
of heart touching heart.
The body is blind. Steer
by that damaged light.
(1993)
"We’ll never know just how close we came to losing dead in favour of lethed, or what twist of fate would have had us saying tenebrous instead of dark, or robustious instead of strong." (via @rhunedhel.bsky.social)
“We’re lost in a maze of clues that point nowhere. The walls are made of binaries, uppercase and lowercase, conjunctions and disjunctions. In our minds, they’re all connected, but on the outside, they’re disconnected. We can’t find the door.” –@gods_txt


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