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