Then go buy With Rough Gods.
It'll make you a better person. Swear to truth.
Here's a poem from WRG:
Pyramus & Thisbe
Entombed in stone that
glints
like voices in a hall
of
bright and timbred tile
we touch in broken
tangents,
shaking some warmth
together,
our
words and glances lost,
our laughter fending off
the
context and the weather.
Travel is a dream
that we can never live.
But seeing through the
seam
I treasure what I've
missed,
for nothing's as
enchanting
as your lips unkissed.
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