Politiktheatron
What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either vanity, either gives. Politics1...
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Poems about emotion
Concealed in a Rose
When I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood moon intensified....
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Communication Overload
BEGINIF: Articles, pronouns, irritants, prohibited. Do not dare to communicate with articles, irritants or pronouns. Instance forms accepted. Meeting...
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Hyperboloid Feelings: 雲間
The rift between two clouds1 closes me in. I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane wind2, twisting unruly...
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Nesting Shallowly
He’s a tall story, a cautionary, free-range lies, a diversionary, nesting in a shallow reactionary faction that believes in...
Read MoreThe Pianist Typewriter
The pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into dualism, low to high,...
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