this museum: one more artifact lost in a past reflection two eyes peer past you me glazed over a pair of perfectly freckled fingers just out of reach glass is thin protection for a purpose lost to memory - Rachel Gilliatt
All about Poetry: Sublime, Ridiculous, Useful
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
"Poetry is a defense of the individual against all the forces arrayed against [them]." --Charles Simic (def: "Vallum": a defensive fortification)