Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses
pry open the red world.
A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.
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Long cold fingeres / dipped in blue roses
pry open the red world.
A motionless aeroplane / goes shrieking over / the oceans of Europe.
“Here is the world and here are the knowledgeable knowers knowing. What can I tell you? What has been pieced together from the reports of travellers.”
Donald Barthelme | “See the Moon?”