"Then on through trackless woodland I went alone
and met no mark of human handiwork."
—Ausonius, "The Moselle" (tr Jack Lindsay) via, 78
"Aldine Elvish"
sequestered tollbooth
terrier of murmurs
in the sill-locked city
flickers & stained concrete
carrier waves daven
the least sound of landing
you lean into hentquest


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