this too is stuff



Kant Kant
In that order, dear Columbia
O and E together again, sort of
evol
iii
old Iron John
the Columns
legba in amber
the mirror I held to myself
it cracked long the lines of a fault
I'm left on one hand with this pillar of sand
on the other a pile of salt, of salt
on the other a pillar assault
the mirror I held out to you
reflects what i've seen to be false
I hope it can give you a clue
close your eye and find what is beautiful, what is beautiful
close your eye when this loses measure and rhyme
the mirror I hid from the light
it shows what I fear may be true
with salt in the day and sand in the night
I turned and I fled from the light, from the light
I'll get me back once left becomes right
the big twist
bonebox
a spider
re; sound and vision
O alone, he finds
anonymous and untitled
stopping by the fridge on a snowy evening
they'd eaten every one!
a pea green modified jupiter z

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