Don’t bite the hook
Extraordinary things can flourish in pondwater, in my stagnation where festering scum glows green. Coursing the perimeter my feet catch dust half-heartedly getting somewhere implausible and balled up. When there’s nowhere else to deflect the loss of clean water and no avoiding the neon algae spreading from the shore then my self-inquiry is self-elision is the risk of not saying… Read more →
