language practicein a grimy dinerlaughing at gibberishshe followed me outto film the parking lotaspin behind the camerai joined the dancersdizzy with cobblestonescutting our feet bloodyi caught branches to swingin the soft grey dampfloating upward becomes naturalif you let go of gravitya simple matter of pointinghead as compass and engineto rocket into the bluethree layers ofContinue reading “nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth”
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