...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
...and try to become the Light?
Vocturnal
Obscure Sorrows
-but uh well you see sputter of burning insect wings-
TASK
...the shifting jelly of heads looming over your little face
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
Towards a Diagnostic Touch