( me / via )

Forty-eight hours of the Sun.

9.
small threat small evasion
smaragdine greenhorn
      some thin road
   of real traction
& the blood mist · gathers on gewgaws
not into a tartbook
attained through raindance
      educed though
   & river delved
the square filled · with a squamous mob

10.
deep cerulean
the drag gods
brick bared to
those gliding by

swirl of smoke
& no swimsuit
this hot spring
of harsh clinkers

missed future
all amercing
dragged to hell
by a small drone

"I carry my awareness..."

"I have just been reminded that Fritz Lang’s “Metropolis” is set is 2026. Isn’t that fascinating? Someone 100 years ago thought the world be a stratified society with elites and worker slaves, pleasure places and religious figures driven underground…and artificial humans causing havoc for the human population in 2026?" —Sarah Light-Waller via

Night in July.