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Loomine/The Creation.

"Mar-a-Logos

sleep-whispering wildwood
a road i won't yodel—
caladiums lapping
in the footloose sootfall

codex frisbee
thick mist of a mountain
street murmurous turmoil
in the cool hall coilname

charge-inconstant radix
codex frisbee
drone not even aimed
relict amber horseshoe

elusive tag in limbo
begets lipipoopdeck
codex fisbee
horntoad cornerstone handstand

follow the harsh marshlights
great labyrinth grilsecourse
planet-agroof vanguard
codex frisbee

frass regolith wrongfoot
proffered arrears sheerzimmë
fridge magnet monster
dry-immerse eyeball

codex frisbee
firn defenestrace
Desco fever heaving
to the sconce dark scuppered

map-askance & pantsless
codex frisbee
cruel parable pieface
dives parlor Carlsbad

blitzkrieg default fantod
as told Foghorn Leghorn
codex frisbee
too many miles tattered

the cold turnstile goaldim
launched into space Spätstil
now you come spout drumly
codex frisbee

in which poets prancing
try the proof of roofdive
whole worlds go away while
some bleak whammy gambols

codex frisbee
since no one else asked me
our mild aches were raked up
& made godlike gossamer

O years ago roguethwart
codex frisbee
O clubs of equal clueless
the night class whose password

might be realm surrender
umber the rock socket
codex frisbee
umber the airt closet

& knew only heroes
who lost the one lesson
their spiels left for veal pens
codex frisbee

who built Babel nightly
& yet buried heirlooms
i dedicate catnip
i say call it squalor

codex frisbee
no guardians gainsay
redbrick gallop led here
ends in shade & ashes

so i ask what task was
botched in the staged Bardo
codex frisbee
you ever booked severance

& it was just jimson
weed in the jewelled hubble
bubble just needless feedback
codex frisbee

upon some roof raptured
while the bankrupt tinsel
played like radar fountain

Mass shootings by country over time.

"The very skies were fraught with oppression, and we breathed beneath them as in a sepulcher, forever sealed with all its stagnancies of corruption and slow decay, and darkness impenetrable save to the fretting worm." —@klarkasht.bsky.social

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