"And still the world doth drag me at its wheel
Over the miry ways and sloughs of time..."
--J Stanyan Bigg
The shadow God casts upon language.
autistic scurvy · the scouring fall
of a broken breeze · what brings closure
thunderclap snap · thickly snared
where a road had run · new lunch bag
to replace this flaking
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