sometimes solitude
The Fetish of Looking Backwards
rewriting the incorruptible depravities
all good shepherds writing to the bone
“un-bribed” or unbridled i have never
had the sublime opportunity to be bribed
in the first
place
the aesthetic of familiarity
detached from obligation
in detail cannot grasp
the horror of it grim-visaged, and
2 distort is vile, but it is not
yet a sin