Splin­ter me out the jewel of a juicy black lime, lime, lime… (as it echoes off) this erup­tion came–brought us run­ning, red-footed, across a molten earth, which bloomed in motion. We could see the preg­nant future and drank to our loos­en­ing legs. We could youtheneyes our impulses and telekinized the seedling smokes hov­er­ing above our homes. We could archi­tect mon­u­ments to melt back into their molten begin­nings. After all, we vibrated a cir­cle which revealed itself. A new year swelled the Uko­rian Read more […]

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