For here we are here BEDHANGINGS daylight does not reach Vast depth on the wall Neophyte Alapeen Paper Patch Muslin Calico Camlet Dimity Fustian Serge linsey-woolsey say A wainscot bedsten & Curtans & vallains & iron Rodds Many
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A work of art is a world of signs, at least to the poet’s nursery
bookshelf sheltered behind the artist’s ear. I recall each little
motto howling its ins and outs to those of us who might as
well be on the moon illu illu illu
Etce ce Tera. Forgotn quiet all. Nobody grows old and crafty
here in middle air together. Long ago ice wraith foliage.
I had such fren
Our mother of puddled images fading away into deep blue polymer.
Seaweed, nets, shells, fish, feathers