“When, in the darkness over me,
The four-handed mole shall scrape,
Plant thou no dusky cypress-tree,
Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape,
But pledge me in the flowing grape.”
—Tennyson
"spiders on the Rhône"
bagbiter sonata
the big rain is curb mermaids
glow taillights with tallow
torrents smeared across mirror
gray & grayer dying
regret comes to whet its razors
The sun did just manage to break through for just a few moments
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