Aside

we harbour the censorious, the truthful — most of us in guerilla gear and stilettos
in paper we plot, most of us; inking the tattoes of names that mean nothing
in swords we swallow, many of us; damaging the mechaniques of randomness and symmetry
with the guns that master lead and cell division we advertise radioactive canopies
death dies from meaning| life lives with carrion. ▬

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