Tag: prose
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
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Mapless Codex
Howling crotals Mithraic exsanguination Extravasations of essential claret Screaming whistles Whistling slings pregnant with brow destined stones Fragments describing lost texts Imaginal codices Immense tracts containing nothing Digression within digression within digression Death As a prelude to Birth Intestines sweating in the fire Altar black from use
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here

When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…
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7 7 7
I’m in a grid of spheres, it’s odd, 777 added totals the tiersThe lightning fork the branches veer toward Yesod from Hod; Mortal to GodTower in the fog: laid out on cold stone the tat of old croneSplayed out her bold bones the twats I’ve old known and outgrown like kid’s bones.Charms spun on bone…