a portent unsought

Crow Haiku (Terminal Interlude)

Two crows on the rail
One seethes, quails, a fish in beak
A portent unsought

“For the shape of loneliness is a hole
Without any edges, finally
The entire universe whistles through it.”

— Patricia Goedicke / “Though It Looks Like a Throat It Is Not”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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