1. age of earth and us all chattering a sentence or character suddenly steps out to seek for truth fails falls into a stream of ink Sequence trails off must go on waving fables and faces War doings of the war manoeuvering between points between any two points which is what we want (
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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