May 2015
Screams from Canopus
The jackal's head, an eerie silhouette
An outline of death beckoning,
Fading through the sand.
The last gasp before I depart,
The colour of the gods cannot be known,
Swallowing black; descending
The…
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Screams from Canopus
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August 2012
Archipelogos
It was the cliff
broken with reason
that landed on seapaper
forming theoretical islands
bunched like coins in a purse
in the stitches
between reason
theoretical…
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Archipelogos
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