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Category: without center

you’ll find no imperative here.

rewinders

i am bright with the breath of the world that was, a world that had not yet moved on. by my will in this when i turn did into does, so each sunset cedes space to a dawn. let this be the…

inlettings

let fire be fire. let cat be cat. let this be here, and there be that. let liver be anger. let hand be hold. let cloth be protection. let brass be bold. let leaf be light-eater. let red be heat. let crescent…

hone her tune

the sky falls slow in slivers and shards; to us, it’s all silver. we walk through the yards of the blueblooded bored, and each candlelit window’s a faithought restored. in thermal profile we see each other’s faces, a sheath of warmth around…

a staring problem

she tends to focus on the phases and forget about the faces. she studies so closely how resemblance dissembles that she trips on her shoes’ traces and gets trapped when trading trembles. she’s one of those unfortunates, so sensitive to gravity, who…