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 big twist
bonebox
your ossuary's crumbling
your mortar is powdering away
soon, you can excape
yank out the bars
the cage of your ribs
bust through the wall
your prison of skull
we'll find you've fled
we'll pluck the ribs from your empty cell
alchemize each one into an innocent eveling
she will attend you and feed you grapes
in this paradise you, I'm sure, have fled too
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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