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“we aren’t getting any closer / unless one of us becomes a cannibal”
A tender meditation on memory, wilderness, and estrangement, where childhood longing and ancient language entwine.
When fear stretches itself and awakens our strength / When noise stretches itself, and you start listening / and the beast stretches itself to become human / It is never…
A quiet observer at a window reflects on the disarray, tenderness, and violence of everyday life—torn between distance and immersion.
Power is not in melted Buicks, not in making angels cower and sing your name in fear. There is no godhood for you, who have only sealed your name in…