Imbricate
My words imbricate your words
Your words imbricate my words
We overlap in squalls and skronks
Four boots squelching mud
A call and response
Never at repose
We squawk a fortress against understanding
We say nothing
When we say a lot
“We may only be alive when trying to make art. Only alive in the attempt.”
— Eugene Lim / Search History
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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....