Microcosmos
"I sleep beside a massy tower of my shit,"
he thought as he turned to unbind
it; to organize within discrete bounds
or build through the roof the remnants.
posted by
kerinth of ithaca
at
6:10 PM
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may be a bit self-involved, but ever since taking up the Sewers torch I've been seeing babels and trying to capture their riffs on their monolithic theme.
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