The stone still lasts.

A moment now to breathe, to sigh, to sit in silence looking at the light.

It bends, it weaves, its certainties unravel -

so much disillusion, seeping

folds and seams and cracks 

I started writing letters

Cavorting with the best of them,

my oracles,

spam dropbox

clout

No wonder, you sense mysteriousness,

?

my god, my love

It's hot as hell

let's walk now,  through

the belly

of the night

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