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space There is a stillness to places where the dead are buried which tells us breath is a theft which air returns to purity, the meandering water now sea, our nightly round in dreams stopped in its revolving door. Dun … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
A dream of gathering all jobs from my past in some auditorium but a formal / foreign event is in there now and / or it’s collapsed— Roof now ruined floor, heads here and there in louche uproar. Either … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
I heard about the first Earth Day in eighth grade science class, some signage on the wall all Day-Glo and font-fatty about Love The Earth or Give The World a Chance, something green and lovey like that, though it’s … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Here’s a skull now; This skull hath lien you i’ th’ earth three-and-twenty years. —Clown gravedigger in Hamlet, Act V, scene 1 He is a ghost, a shadow now, the wind by Elsinore’s rocks or what you will, the … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space I was born in ‘57, the burble-foamy crest of the baby boom, a pinnacle of whiteness which has spent my life crashing whitely down with its bright surge, cream tide, latex sheen. Spreading the privilege of white birth like a cloud of … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
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