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New edition of The Angel of Death--my palindrome poem.

“Now the Sirens have a weapon even more terrible than their song, namely, their silence.”
—Kafka

“Listen to a lonely anesthesia wave. Nepenthe mirrors nothing whenever I embrace her.”
—@lori_wike

Banquet of a Hundred Demons.

"I broadcast white noise

I broadcast white noise;
alas, white is not a thing. Regret
whitewashes hindsight.
Smoke stings silk. Sweetness is like
whiteness. Screams: Don’t do it!
It is I! Be sweet dark dear!"

--Unica Zürn via

Short animation involving dolls.