"manic noun"
maze full of reasons
moving through to sieve
here before to find
dust that's my sustenance
rich market of merch
many lost things winnowed
on the book dream path
dim days without music
gravel tracked in
animorphic shadows
share stage with reagents
& news its own game
avoiding what has happened
& in truth little sense said
would account for this war
"There was a line of perfect boards, ready to be made into something. There was a door, warped and fallen into the street. There was a boardroom, where meetings went on so long that no one knew what decision had been made. In my apartment, the tulips have reached the stage of paper. When they hear music, they will turn from purple to yellow. They will become a tent in which I have always remembered sheltering. It is cold, and yet I shelter. The panorama is of the river, and on the river there is sailing, and the sails fill the river, and the sails are gone."
—@salrandolph
"He later sent money to place flowers on Crone’s grave every Memorial Day until his own death."


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