Our sky is then and endless, A stretch of blue day And a limitless reach Into overwhelming history Among the shimmering winks Of forgotten suns. Our Earth is now and finite, A patch of brown Swallowed in triumphant aquamarine And stamped by The footfalls, fumbles and foibles Of topspun today; The homogenous now Of letters […]
Read MoreDesert this. Pull the ripcord and let the Earth’s drag you down, out like a child from the womb, screaming new song in the catacombs of lost hopes, a lone cry for help among the selfish whores of Babylon who count their gold before the future comes, guiding hands that feed into incisors hellbent on […]
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