Category: Society
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Here I am Crushed like red pepper Flakes of food For a golden fish in a water tank The river flows outside my door But always stays in the same place Listen to it now Move over rocks Fall and swirl Pushing the trees aside As if they were theatre…
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The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the point of a walking stick into the ground and take a breath or two. Eyes gazing outward and around. The forest is wet and orange. The trunks of the trees…