Year: 2023
Fiction forms what streams in us
I’ve relived that moment many times since then, but in the last couple of years, I’ve started to imagine it from a third point of view
Any informed spectator would have understood that scene
No date no wait, no fate to contemplate
Possible night, impossible night, pegs, strings, stringing one excuse to every guest
What eyes at eagle height can see back as far as a day in March
Yes I heard you thinking of me did you hear me laughing
That hot bacon smell of pure contradiction
Antilogic is the dance of the dog in hell happy to eat any food that grows, but do they not say the same of a dog in heaven?
If the minister who turned into a paper shredder could talk gate
