poetry sits on a gap the phenomenal gulf
between words and imagination; wild imagery
thrives and follows through the fallow
fields of mind and thought, merrily disrupting

· · SubwayTooter · 1 · 3 · 3

capital, the great horror, crucifying and hollowing out
all works of art and wonder while winds of money wreck
creativity and twist all of it, casually, towards its own purposes

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