"The thunder could have been anything."
"Let the unshaven Nazarite of stars
Unbind his wondrous locks, and grandame's earthquake
Drop its wide jaw; and let the churchyard's sleep
Whisper our goblins."
—Beddoes
"adaptogen"
gather clues · in the cold gloaming
sixth floor perch
impaired alloy
rig seasonal · decorations
sheer clutter · of wrecked machines
Frutiger
Aero flooring
styrofoam's triumph · styrofoam's revenge
"Magic can live in words, but it is not catchable in words.."


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