this too is stuff



Kant Kant
In that order, dear Columbia
O and E together again, sort of
even before the echoes of our helloes have died
i know this is the same call I received last year
a lonely, apologetic flute solo
but O, how the roles have suffered
a last minute recast, don't laugh
I know both parts by heart
and with one smashed kiss we cast into the abyss
an unending diminuendo of trombones and timpani
I can spend the rest of the night
wandering the caverns like that flute
thinking of all the hell I've weathered for you
and the millions more I'm willing to
my melody is on my lips
evol
iii
old Iron John
the Columns
legba in amber
the big twist
bonebox
a spider
re; sound and vision
O alone, he finds
anonymous and untitled
stopping by the fridge on a snowy evening
they'd eaten every one!
a pea green modified jupiter z

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