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we fall and are here we fall from heavens to this flat stone we live on here we build hells from bricks and nothing just another emptiness to cocoon us in the sun is a waiting finger tapping the rapt … Continue reading →

these cats and our torpor the extravagant languor of this mourning night dwells in these fibers and bones we are, brutalised bodies pinned bare under the sky, meat and its scars and the trickling blood that quenches the mad stars, … Continue reading →

life beats blood the time we trace across night to prefigure heaven, or whatever we store in the box of dreams hearts have and chest their horrible hope in, is memory which is fortunately both indestructible and eminently edible, though … Continue reading →