( me / via )

In the Land of Invented Languages.

“They fall asleep and dream
of muffled corridors,
greenish glow
along the edges of mirrors, faces, cities.
Snow spins over it, down over it all.”

(Anne Carson) via @dreamsofbeing_

Warrior Duck.

      "ODE: damiana & butterfly pea flower"

https://bsky.app/profile/astrojaz.bsky.social/post/3mxf27j7ivc22 domesilver cerebrum
Assyrian pinball
      rolling sound
   sliding wheelbase
pumpkin spice · sparse Betelgeuse

change calendars codger
start counting in heartbeats
      day's coffee
   & dulcet spin
the things i've neglected · terrify me

no-brakes frolic fractals
frore noontide sidecar
      this lov'd light
   on the monsters
      wit without
   witness & strain
without strangeness · stulmthwart bit

misty caverns, cursed by
carved turquoise quicksand
      silence then
   non-silence shown
light between towers · some of them to fall

can't block numbers, blimp glides
blasphemous thick pixels
      yoin of rags
   ruin dwelling
all this time · never passed

Clove Fire Escape.