the expectations of declarations

Let the words be heard for that is all they know As the wings of ravens made haven In the rainy skies of long ago Drawn to a giant Rorschach horizon A congress of ink blots squall like sirens Ever dismissive of Aether’s fickle permissive  Theirs is a somber conceit An unmistakable locution Released by […]

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before this

ignorance is indeed bliss a vital tributary to vanity’s Rhine as he feigned total nescience of my presence, thumbing through random pages of Nabokov assorted stoic philosophy practicing sleight of hand and casually sipping some supposedly-holistic tea lauded by one of his many poor choices some insufferable cunt some forgettable one night stand she was […]

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moths over monarchs

an ode to the narcoleptic nightingale  an ode to the anesthesia of devotion an ode to the impending paralysis (between us) an ode to the modicum of intimacy an ode to the volition of vengeance (in verse) an ode to the lunatic prince (his preference) moths over monarchs counterfeit over catharsis  an ode to the […]

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