By | 15 September 2022



What’s seen cannot be unseen
In the hunting season
In the wilds of summer
White villas in fragments returning

O, Century
Infinity –

After the kill –
In the snow that blinds the streets –

In the smoking rooms and shooting halls where the
period draws to its hymnic close

As if to close is to cease
As though

In the set of remote correspondences –


RETURN                                                 CONTINUE


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