shadows take their dusky shapeon dirt and dust that accumulateson windows…
this is the stormbefore the calm
fidelity shrivelled to instantaneous drivel:idioms now house divine dismissal
“one becomes weary only of what is new”- Soren Kierkegaard, Repetition
“I’ll give you the keys to all the canoes” — Leanne Betasamosake Simpson…
a sliver of street lightin the nightmakes its waybetween the pillowsstacked in the spotof a missing person…