a long time ago, there was surety - i was god, i metanother god; he was wayward future kingholder in palms of myeventual, watery breaking - we arguedin smoke-sweat places about theology and whetherhistory is a stasis, is therea retvrn. he liked girls crouched over theirover-abstracted intellectual, embroidery-squaresmall experience. he fought with me, i fought… Continue reading poem: purgatory
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 