Thursday, January 26, 2017

Ceci n'est pas Trump d'oeil

This beginning works like magic, speaking liberally of forces. Walls include what remains outside, as well, as motion in the executive chamber. Flowers include non-flowers in every year (so far). You are what they are, they are what one is. One is a word between us. All words rest and resist between us. Abide mere ocean, abide sullen moon.

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