RHYTHM IS THE INSTRUMENT
Ministry without religion, since 2013.
Monday, April 20, 2020
OSMOTIC IMPERATIVE
Now, the concentrated mirthful
loveliness
of this gentle season—
which, this year, has inexplicably
once again deigned
to exist—
must seep in
from outside
our impotent eyes
to keep us
preserved where we lie—
like fermented fish.
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