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Bridge of Sighs.

"Imbolccirque"

cherry blossoms blindfold
unblest dim preamble
our wheels whirring madly
the whorl shebang bungled
amber where pins pummel
with past-due impostures
darkness ahead haggard
as heistglitter teeters

Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla.

" 'I don’t dare to know,' said Joanna. 'I shut my eyes to the truth. It does seem that we are eating our cake and having it. And I should have thought we were, if it was not known to be impossible.
'It is, unless someone supplies another cake.' " —@ivycomptonburnett.bsky.social

"Maybe yes and maybe no."