Sky is a tangle of broadcast
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
snow messages
unspool on the windscreen
up there the moon
opens up
undressing,
wisp by wisp.
_
now is for understanding these things of today if they ricochet the things of tomorrow merely play at pilgrimage in concessions unexamin...
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