Does the Sea weep when she tears herself to raindrops?
If you rip up your ticket and leave the cabaret . . .
I'll tell you what the mountain wants.
© Daly Bones. All rights reserved.
The first collection of writing to be published proper.
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We agree to call It a name so we don't lose our minds. A vocab fence for the wild place. Produce folklore, habits and routines. Manufacturer desires and fears. I abuse myself with culture. High culture, low culture. A puerile and grandiose pile on top of loudness. Trembling with violent neediness, precocious and spoilt and anxious.
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