abyssal in lisle

The Cabbaged Moon

La lune jejune (y perturbada)

Ghosts clogging the liminal spaces
Ethers from an agonal breath
Sleep descends

Heavy

Abyssal in lisle-like sheen
Barbaric (without the pantaloons)

“I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason…”

— John Keats / Letter to George & Thomas Keats

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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