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Fiume o Morte!

"My AuDHD is like if a vampire and a werewolf had a kid, but the only powers the kid got were the ability to be killed by silver, crosses, and sunlight." —@dresdencodak.com

After the Gold Rush.

“Pubkegdaxesh”

Little moon,
how void this comprehension.
Either i lost it
sometime between my two previous tonsures,
or it flew through the hole in the sky.

Necronomics, to count only heft’s
cobblestones
when i know so much of other kinds of weight.
Dropped plunk in my monk coffee
spirit level eye.

I remember smoke
curling in the floods, & i remember she
used to phone
without ever letting me be sure
from her sense or gestures, why.

Now i dwell with feline green
orbs of the myst'ry.
Now i unfold printed sheets to show
where i went…
Is there given nothing further to deny?

I spin by one lucent flicker the perfect
web of words to collect her dew, like
neutrinos tossed when suns die.

Dabda lately.