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In Hell🕷️🩸🕷️.

"XII

I escape from a feint, fluf for fluf.
A projectile I know not where it will fall.
Incertitude. Tramontation. Cervical articulation.

Zap of a horsefly that dies
in mid-air and drops to earth.
What would Newton say now?
But, naturally, you’re all sons.

Incertitude. Heels that don’t spin.
The knotted page, factures
five thorns on one side
and five on the other. Ssh! Here it comes."

--Cesar Vallejo, Trilce (tr C Eshleman, 1992)

Seussian ammonite.

"Theirs was a society subsisting, even thriving, on the brink of nonexistence--an enigma that repulsed wholesale deliberation by real people. And their habitats were all but ruins upon inauguration." --The Spectral Link

Tekontrol', Majoro Tom.