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Five elements.

"In the House of Unfinished Sentences"

erasure, rune sunshine
rain of feral bonk-concrete
want to hide
want to hide unhunted
harvesting pumpkin carvers
pale cerulean radints
arrive shiverfueled, yielding
slant of light
slant of light & slaughter
we slide across like spiders,
erasure, rune sunshine

Gradual Clearing.

That i should be foolish–a given; that my foolishness might be toxic—unthinkable. For when we are children we don’t actually get the chance to break anything bigger than ourselves.

Frederick Turner's Genesis.