Shape-shifting nylon; Squid ink begets a world. The hand of God has given forth More than it could possibly hold, A whirling, infinitely faceted creation. * Draped within the illusion, A man remembers.
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Apocalypse
Every moment Is an apocalypse of the self, A turning of our hopes and dreams to sand. What we had built: nothing. What we had longed for: a puff of smoke. In this way, Even our lives as a whole can be viewed As nothing more than a planting of seeds, A fertilization of earth… Continue reading Apocalypse
Jackson Holzberg Buckley 