Solipsism, for two
I want to ask you what your water tastes like today: / set my watch to the rising of the sun
this is yellow
this is yellow / don’t talk to /
me about / blue
wane
you found a new quiet
5 / Wands // The Devil
the look of hunger / or fear / (fear of admitting vulnerability or defending it / is also a hunger).
Republic
the columns were already falling
