If they ever stop the world will end: shatter into a silence of gloom. The crust of the Earth is the skin of a drum that vibrates… Read more “Infinite Buzzing”
Month: March 2018
We Are Gravitas
We are gravitas We are fire We have the wings to soar To the trembling spire We are emboldened By every fall Every grumbling fault We absorb… Read more “We Are Gravitas”
Whirls
The ground is thrown up into the air like confetti and we dance across the ragged rock and buckling streams with such farcical haste We are robots… Read more “Whirls”
Vast Imbecility 