"the story of positional chess"
brillig pinnacle
words fade into words
someone else is aiming
ire-rockets at the tire tracks
Hormuz waters' wayzone
weary with clear nonsense
clockwork psychedelic
self poised at the wharf-brink
flashing yellow arrow
Leitkegels in vague line
"...no one has ever created a world worth living in without first breaking faith with the world they inherited and paying for the departure with something real." —Barnes via
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