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Last night’s flare.

"stepped outside for a vibe check and saw a beast fuckin hauling ass towards Bethlehem"
—@joshscherr.bsky.social

"A poetry profoundly involved with its age, scrupulously mindful of particulars, discreet if not downright self-effacing in regard to the personal self, and charged with an innate faith in the power of language as a vehicle of revaluations."

"bold ruler"

saber dance consenting
serial nudge trudge onward
didn't get shit shelter
as the shapebreak words hurtled
green arrow earmark
ire without aim, wild biledark
& saber dance fang-dribbled

Baltimore.