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In Holywell Cemetery.

“Through the gas house district the car carried him, where the darkness was lighted up by crimson and orange pencils of flame from all-night foundries; past mammoth gas tanks which loomed black against a slate-gray, star-studded sky; past silent coal yards lighted only by low old-fashioned lamp posts whose square glass globes were so encrusted with coal dust that they gave scarcely any light; over a railroad viaduct where, far down below, a snorting, puffing switch engine could be seen playing hide and seek with thousands of twinkling and blinking red-and-green yard lights; and into the western fringe of the downtown district once more, lighted by four or five street lights to every block.” —The Face of the Man from Saturn

"For the Disability community, losing Alice Wong is like losing Ursula Le Guin or Octavia Butler."

"dearth of a fossil"

moon landing
mockup wobble

marble tharn
therapy couch

rectangle
riddle aglow

by myself
& some cactus

If "electric pentacle" wasn't a 60s band it should have been.