anew
damoclean
the tree hanging above you
hemlock mold contours
eyes reclaiming familiar form
skewed perspective you are
you anew
What I’m Reading:
“He spoke aloud, a priest officiating at the eucharist of his own body.
‘I am the island.’
The air shed its light.”
— J.G. Ballard / Concrete Island
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