Thursday, August 12, 2021
Monday, August 9, 2021
poem
(untitled)
So you’ve found yourself in exigent circumstance again,have you? Where to be understood is a luxury,
and to be excited a bright anomaly.
What shall you ever do sweet little nothing
in the grand scheme of things?
How will you ever make it?
How will you ever really care
enough?
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Sunday, August 1, 2021
(untitled prose poem)
(untitled prose poem)
How sad it is that humans are so fearful and superstitious—suspicious—that we treat a late poem as final epithet rather than recent attempt to step forward towards the instructor of gods and humans, torchbearer/dispeller of darkness, kinsman of the Sun, victor in battle; lion, radiant one.
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