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[Grayscale breath on a fluid...]

04/28/2026 14:58h
Grayscale breath on a fluid field, with lo-fi rainpatter—petrol blue—, a 60-watt sun uns -crewed from the woebegone sky: rip- rap & coal slurries, dragline & loess, what phosphor -us is a semaphore for, silklike in its acoustic shadows louver away, or stay when I move: figures astray from the mercury dark—shatterproofless, shutterproofless, image noise stressing each contour to strass— as if the margins were swarming with centers, or cinders —"Ecchoes to the Eye" — or Cinderella's slipper blown of poly- vinyl butyral & laminated glass