We
are flexed
and fluted campers.
Herding peripheries
I jab them
senseless
chip at rough edges
sketch
soft diamonds
We
were toothed
cardboard. We will
divvy
the current.
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
