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this ill-fit daydream
feels familiar
for this is not the first time
I have spent seven hours
walking through the dully-lit
depths of sunken suns
so if I’m sinking
stop me when the morning crashes
under that violent explosion
that made the universe
into everything that is not
nothing, now
and if I do not belong
drifting or sifting through time
like falling pollen or dust
as it crosses the sky
reduce me to the infinity
of the void
and tell me how it is peculiar
to find the essence of ghosts
and deny them a finite reality
I live in one of the most beautiful parts of the country. Northern California will always, always be home.
Antibiosis and the Mirror i) Mirror: you look at me so pale, so white mistress to your own indiscretions just as translucent as each new moon porcelain girl you break and resuscitate brittle bones … Source: Antibiosis and the Mirror