Excerpt · Fragment · Poetry · Soliloquy

Tom Blood

Things are broken constantly, as dandelions
I can’t tell what anything is
it’s something I destroy in absence
as spirits that forget themself

—  Tom Blood , from “The Sky Sleeps in a Hammock of Night”

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