The first in the first place, The Others, standing beside us. Aware of destruction, strange, ineffectual, a matter of force. The bare path, dark and closed, From the stairs, an ascent of story, a complicated service, clean, psychological, a social alone. The world has not yet been consumed by the light of the stars. A … Continue reading Semi-Auto Cut-Up: The First in the First Place
Category: poetry
sam | sara
Whatever comes together | disintegrates, falls apart the skeleton key fits, | unlocks our heart's door. Desire, stormy weather | on a cartographer's chart, wrinkled, it transmits | an unintelligible, mad lore. The key catches the lock | faceted truth, splinters dirty data, overload | bits are entangled, not lost. Progress of the clock | … Continue reading sam | sara
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