Wednesday, May 29, 2024

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Mimesis.

"The frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork" --William Burroughs

The fall continues 🤾.

"We harbor the demise

Red wreathes the womb,
bread turns to bale,
living hatchets hacking
at need. We, your tomb,
weave your lot into
the dirt. Feral heralds,
we harbor the demise."

--Unica Zürn (tr Sade LaNay)

Wherever You Go.

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