Sea Glass 19/30


The insect spirit
is stepped on by your touch

The more the boot twists,
the more it learns

‘Til in the end,
it amortises, endlessly



There is a kind of desire that never abates. Not everyone knows it, it’s a strange matrix of forces that sustains it. The names for it are various and each causes its own reaction. One name for it is ‘l...

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