...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
...small dull smears of meditative panic
dead on the surplus blankets
...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
...the string grids of excavators searching for weathered bone
what the machine understands about you doesn't actually mean anything to it
colors
I Am\Never Was
Raineater
Eclipservent
Mal de Coucou
Keta
Rubatosis
Towards a Diagnostic Touch