...empty spun-sugar shibboleth...
we also shape-shift at a distance
"Something understands," breathes the screen
...most of Us...
"Colors," he says to the screen's black lattice
i wanted to fly from the roof and i fell
palpate
...the string grids of excavators searching for weathered bone
...small dull smears of meditative panic
Vocturnal
Obscure Sorrows
TASK
...the shifting jelly of heads looming over your little face
-but uh well you see sputter of burning insect wings-
...and try to become the Light?
what the machine understands about you doesn't actually mean anything to it
colors
dead on the surplus blankets
I Am\Never Was
Raineater
Eclipservent
Mal de Coucou
Keta
Rubatosis