Monday, June 29, 2026

( me / via )

I love writing because.

"strong impetus nothing of the kind"

song of the garage door
not the sound of it opening

draw a map where you'll be going
always reuse a plastic bag

hoard of calibrations
all the lights of them scurried off

this veering t'ward earth
after so long above

not presented as conundrums
but perfect textures

look up from deep reading
at a high cold window

song of the garage door

Textured Fate.

Most of the movies i go to see would have been much better as claymation.

A View of Things.

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