moments of atonement in Pagan casts of Roman villains of modernity as Pilgrims bore you by tick in our bosses time clock hands buttery in Bougie Biscuits on Brodway takes of the industrious risk yet clipped to a phone call of unfinished futures #smallpoems
I wonder if one measures the improbability of wonder has one wandered in error into probabilities of impossible measures in one type or another #smallpoems
Pixels and proposals dance between probable, improbable toes skipping scales tipping norms of science and stolen appliances oscillating between phenomenons of interesting messaging awash in improbability #smallpoems
palace of ghosts spirits forlorn, sulking in crumbling walls who dwell in dwindles of spirit for only the Dead moan with ambition culled by little talent, sing their siren songs to blocks of flattened mutilated craters clinging to an empty wasteland. Peasants of time #smallpoems