throwing mud at the wall again, i see.read more
a physical key is a word
that’s yelled in a wide open space.
the ice captured a leaf.
half in, half out.
“grave danger” is not about the beginning or the endread more
everyone’s here, lightyears apart, immersed in the murky black.read more
you could be escaping a burning building with every belonging in tactread more
the first was in danger. it kept trying to seem different from itself.read more
though tomorrow it will be goneread more
fake skin made of smooth flawless steel
won’t protect anything.
patterns of sounds
meaning buried under sound
we believe we’re made of rocks, or wood—
but it’s something else.
reality is amorphous;
nobody can get a grip on it.read more