Recrudescence (haiku / 7.5.20)
The marking of time
Shelves away this fever dream
The ichor of death
“No more war, no more plague, only the dazed silence that follows the ceasing of the heavy guns; noiseless houses with the shades drawn, empty streets, the dead cold light of tomorrow. Now there would be time for everything.”
— Katherine Anne Porter / Pale Horse, Pale Rider
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