Sifting through the Remains


What is this Careful Madness?

All these birds of rapine, flapping behind my eyelids. Their concussions please a drooping blimp, the blackest opening of my eyes, leveling the list of years. So too, shall my gaze rise higher on this newly brewed hot-air stream.


K. Shawn Edgar | 2018

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