extraordinarily temporary and brilliantly disarmed
unskillful translation

still looking for it


Died in the brown wood. Dead in the green.

An altar. A gravel road. A pointed stick.

Fallen starling. Ruptured canvas born.


Straight in the eye. Helpful breath.

Struck in the middle. Full of apologies.

Fully alive in a garden. Charred and dramatic.


An ocean in your ochre pouch. Known as it.

Given a laugh. Something for a bit of art.

A beat down choir in drive. Then a threat.


No. I’m not ashamed. Not ashamed am I.

But it is a shame. There is a shame here.

Somewhere. There's a shame. Not for me.


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