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Zeus with the migraine that was Athenesmashed his skull open on his stepson’s maul,split free a tall spear of a girlas unbreachable as logic and beguiling as a mythwhile the...
Aristeia
Zeus with the migraine that was Athenesmashed his skull open on his stepson’s maul,split free a tall spear of a girlas unbreachable as logic and beguiling as a mythwhile the...
Tell me in the forest there are mushrooms and typewriters.Tell me mushrooms taste good and typewriters never rust.Tell me how typewriters spawn like fireflies at lunar eclipse, how theysettle down...
Tell Me the World Is a Forest
Tell me in the forest there are mushrooms and typewriters.Tell me mushrooms taste good and typewriters never rust.Tell me how typewriters spawn like fireflies at lunar eclipse, how theysettle down...
I am the anchor to every oracle.Rock records all replies, endlesslyoverwritten. Chip–voiced, lies layered as gypsum dustover tones that cut like calcite. Incisive; dug kilometres deep into the desiccated rift,Nile...
Unlabelled Core c. Zanclean (5.33 Ma)
I am the anchor to every oracle.Rock records all replies, endlesslyoverwritten. Chip–voiced, lies layered as gypsum dustover tones that cut like calcite. Incisive; dug kilometres deep into the desiccated rift,Nile...
each morning she awoke as a cogwithin a vast machinearound her relentless clickslike a thousand flurried crickets she closed her eyes and knewthe length of each stitchexactly when to pivot...
Cogs
each morning she awoke as a cogwithin a vast machinearound her relentless clickslike a thousand flurried crickets she closed her eyes and knewthe length of each stitchexactly when to pivot...
Don’t think I didn’t watch the news, sister of mine,in those days. Don’t think I didn’t see youin that mountaintop palace strewn with blood–red bones,the mosasaur moat, the horned, hooved...
Parable of the Supervillian
Don’t think I didn’t watch the news, sister of mine,in those days. Don’t think I didn’t see youin that mountaintop palace strewn with blood–red bones,the mosasaur moat, the horned, hooved...
He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambswhere passersby would pause, lost in transitionshedding tufts of unheard ticking and occasional moments of pure gracehe stood askew from busyness...
Tempus
He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambswhere passersby would pause, lost in transitionshedding tufts of unheard ticking and occasional moments of pure gracehe stood askew from busyness...
He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambswhere passersby would pause, lost in transitionshedding tufts of unheard ticking and occasional moments of pure gracehe stood askew from busyness...
Tempus
He made time from spinning seconds collected from door jambswhere passersby would pause, lost in transitionshedding tufts of unheard ticking and occasional moments of pure gracehe stood askew from busyness...