January 2012
2 posts
all Halick’s bright and dancing things this hereby lost forgotten sort of delicate substance strung from room to room He writes a hollowness in things I recognize, but - stories all grind grandeur in equal measure, simulət regions [ to believe in oneself, if only for the lack of ] [ oneself, a breach of anti-conduct ] prince’s paupers - a curse - punishable by promotion but if we could...
years and years of accumulation, dust of ages, the hearth and home a sinner’s staircase, slippery and chock with unwashed travelers an ornate elegy for Etiquet, who first broke forth along an early star
the only things we build that last are lined with the devil’s cobalt and so a lifetime lost lives on in the unlatched cellar, unwatched, stellar only in its lack of stars : it does not...