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Sign for tonight's vigil.

"Crown of Tholins"

blurred crescent acquittal
crazymaking time rhyming
the slope slog back daunting
slalom among flung zombies
sky appeal long painted
papered over wall mauling
the capitol carrion
accumulates much prateship
still we are aimed ergot
irrespective knife lectures
pale cerulean reivings
& the rude work of lurkers
blurred crescent acquiring
crisp functions with last pastimes
power to find fumestains
faily clear depict heroes
wistful the stool workers
where wars leave a grieve-echo
days like drizzle wisping
delicate thrills in old buildings
up this slope armies
imbricate state-run networks
the blurred crescent blasts out
blasphemous song wrong number
somewhere else they're standing
stark stage of the rage vector
we melt into mallshreds
amerce what is soon strewn there
amidst rumored rampikes
roar of despair turned feral
tab of watcher taken
midtask as the urge burgeons
crescent nothing needfire
narrowing whirl thirls fasten

A Solar Eruption from SDO.

"It is a hallmark of failing societies, I've learned, this requirement that one always be in possession of a valid reason to exist." —One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This

"I feel all my inklings and apprehensions draw together into a concise and emblematic narrative." (via @alinaetc.bsky.social)