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Pome
One of these days the ones that I've been orbiting for ages will unstick but until then there is this.
I asked the fish
How much water
To put in the Klein bottle
And it said
"I don't know anything about water"—
Likewise
I don't know
Which of my bones
Is a problem and
My skin has always been there.
The silvered glass retains its ghosts.
Dead men tell no tales.
So too the unborn.
Eidolon
I asked the fish
How much water
To put in the Klein bottle
And it said
"I don't know anything about water"—
Likewise
I don't know
Which of my bones
Is a problem and
My skin has always been there.
The silvered glass retains its ghosts.
Dead men tell no tales.
So too the unborn.