"Men made it, but they can't control it."
"In the water-gnawn coves of Point Lobos
The white-faced sea otters
Fold their paws on their velvet breasts
And list waveward."
—Brother Antoninus via
ensorcelled hour
clytenook
pain's rot eased
small truce joined
"...between illness/ and ornament."


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