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Empty Theatre.

"maker of schemes"

marrowdeep black mirror
mark one bonus carcass
through the huge jade judges
i jouk with cur worries

call it local color
call it moral squalor
radio rides shotgun
the riddle stays hidden

drake in the pool's droll gaze
no drink may blur inkly
visit again vanguard
avert from none hurting

The sonic wasn't an afterthought.

"We always find ourselves
here,
my earth-mate:

unwashed, unpainted,
in the shafthead
of the beyond where"

— Paul Celan (translated by Nikolai Popov & Heather McHugh) via @isidro_li

Evengloom.