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