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Mimetic desire.

   unseen jet fading
not so, my suburban dread
   the car, shabby, waits

as if yesterday's world left
just this façade & none else

The Yellow Scale.

"...one thing that’s obvious when you’ve done a lot of this kind of work is that the poems you see most often — the ones people bothered to write down or pass on most frequently — are not necessarily the ones you find in anthologies today." —Victoria Moul via

A Schema for Artorius.