abyssal in lisle

Posted on August 18, 2021 by istsfor manity

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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