EVERYTHING IS AHISTORICAL
your crossed wood
way, a cord,
the set of stones
called venerable, a
land found and found-
ed on the backs of ghosts,
all the spilt type left
to stain once virgin
sheets.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
HOST
HOST
we are none,
pigheaded,
provincial,
take what we
think,
:;:
a world to a-
void any that
is a
not us.
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