Sanctuary Sound effects are a parallel life made of common materials wood blocks for hooves et cetera I hear thunder above a prairie I know to be shaken aluminum I know there is a horse under it not needing to be fed or broken Diction Great wheel pushing the river behind it Under it the …
I Watching Black Sea sand draw away from your feet the lateness of faith—that teetering while slumped over a phone. That someone of the same hamlet knows little of it, of others of it. A menagerie of pottery shards and sheepskin. That a hermit is to others merely a country: a painting of a woman …
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