these are the timesdirty beloved


Martian sunset


Go On, Sure, Why Not

eternity in which we
pause occasionally and insist upon staking claim
to an aesthetic point of view. One wants
to be singled out. At the same time, one
wants to be hidden in a thicket of sharp
black leaves to be nothing
but a pair of orange eyes without
the human burden of self-awareness
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