Wounded, we feel witnessedby time-by 200 years of war,a theater of bitter clouds and the breeze rippling the surface. When we glint at the sun, we sail through the carnage. That electrical charge. Thatslanderous appetite of a morning’suncertain future. When we glint, we are back in time.The sound of piercing skin, thunder and other weightless noises. George Cassidy […]
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