[Here, Said the Ocean]
Here, said the ocean to the ship And here, said the towering sails to the wind It was […]
Here, said the ocean to the ship And here, said the towering sails to the wind It was […]
They travel from darkness, speaking in tongues— a language of strings and waves. They lug bits of this and
I can’t remember the question, exactly. It was August, dead season, the only blooms fat and angry and dead if
Is it my job to flee, or yours to chase; mine to constrict, or yours to expand—like water The
We were feeling very black and white, very automatic. Our fingernails were letting go, our eyelashes, the lobes of our
Things are always a question of after or which life is after another. Our world is a geometric construction of