a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Saturday, January 25, 2020
Look at me, / look at me
To look at you,/ to look at you
In a pastoral scene the figures are marginal
::from pollutants to treasures
To underscore their transformation::
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