tɾees of Heaven
Heaven sent
Kingdom Come
a ɾezident
pɾecisely apt to they intent
We look out across the scrag
wind-swept dreary, plastic garbage bags.
Mister Raven and his group flying above.
— They're the only bright ones left of the Great Old Things, at least around here.
. fall upon our rusty sword
. go collect our great reward
. shatter the mirror of desire
. scatter our cheap landfill empire
Monday, March 1, 2021
Dear June
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