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  • The gifted architect is in deep design
    devising a stratagem to conquer
    amidst options that no longer count
    and tones audibles only in the no more

    A monolith of intentions die into a shard
    of world itself; an overhead of firmaments
    immense as the endless fences of judgement
    borderless, mustered from higher outskirts

    The noble hands of the humble man
    are to receive by means of inspiration
    the very fabrics of destiny, woven within
    in the shape of an undistinguishable wye

    And he will then turn
    all the trains,
    all thoughts,
    and loco motives.

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    photo: "Cold Turfs", shot for the essay "Nightfall Sao Paulo"
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