Thursday, October 13, 2016





end begins

marmol's echoed lungch re
forms the window where
yr smouldered cold cuts

th rough a h ill your
h andless arm de ex plains
t hat b urning h air

left to dry drowned
in a hole out in
the footless sea



- Heading out in Ivan Arg├╝elles'
The End of It All

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