08
Mar
Mar
the bottom of the trench
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walking down 11th ave at magic hour, originally uploaded by ccontill.
indefinite and dumbfounded
spineless luminescent blobs
And armored scuttling featherweights
rest their nervous systems.
Silt extending as far as the
Fan can grow.
Vents of noxious tendrils
Shooting grit
And
sand.
