The last Nobel laureate to gift their medal.
"and my heart is stricken
to think how everything in this world passes
and barely leaves a trace."
—Galassi's Leopardi
"box of something"
seedplant bitter side-eye
summon in allshade landle
complex habits hurtle
through halftime & game scrimmage
but out there is antlers
splintered doors ajar wintry
& dissolute lackwit
allures us gazewise fury
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