Shimmering concrete shadows cast in early spring warmth. Green leaf droplets heralding more of the same. Stillness deepened by the invisible cry of ravens. The clean lines of giant circles in the sky. Completely partitioned Venn Diagrams of plastic and iron and bone. Jars of past lives lining a dusty windowsill. Failing decades propped up by rusting knees. Dreams of glass boxes in New Zealand, beneath an unsullied blue sky. A place without masks or mouths. Just an infinity of hazel farmland in which to lay down and be lost forever.
4:34 p.m. - 2021-02-25
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