I forget it’s not summer and
my sigh is heard on the moon and
reflects on the crowd of spectacular
spirits once upon a who I loved long
and ago and will wait only so long
before buzzing back to better or
beyond though I never had much or
succeeded with stories that seemed so smooth
for other faces but what I mean
is the sun gets sick of all this rot
so here take this half-quarry and build
without instruction or sleep or slap
up the usual hiding hut with clean
paper and fresh pins for lines post-collapse
Tag: collapse
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so let the long way round wrap its feelers around your best escape plan though they never seem to notice the little ways you applaud their best blunders & it’s over before you know it while several species of spider set up medical offices for the oncoming collapse but wait you say when you realize that the manifesto you’d been working on has slowly transformed into a cookbook
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