UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT
A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
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A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
A few confused sketches of tomorrow’s disaster is all we got: brief dark shadow of a chainsaw followed by a General’s stumped toe as it drifts likely as a bloody cloud of massacre (the best, most regal course) over a couple lousy matches... Continue →