My understanding. I'm not sure that i have any understanding apart from pictures of my understanding.
lost words in the winter
walg of bards who bear fardels
flicker candle—flatiron
flying saucer—muse boskage
meritless thread thrallward
threnody where knives prizefling
not the news we're used to
nestlings of questbright shambles
tweed upon stool's stammer
stereo drool, wrenched oolong
& the day out darkens
daft as ants the prance scuttles
🧊.
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