(2013)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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