Into the Moment Fall Particulates And Outward They Move in Single-File
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Into the Moment Fall Particulates And Outward They Move in Single-File

Mathilda Cullen

Everywhere is tomorrow
and rocks articulate space
in the flow of days. Narrated
a map onto living land,
tumultuous blood, of roads
driven into our skin, vowels:
the streets in a city; buildings:
teeth. Daylight undrunk as
concrete peels itself — deathruse
of mirror and liplinger, a room
dedicated to movement — outside
always liminal space — fading
in perpetuity. Vessels with which
one could travel through
spacetime: traffic on the interstate.
A boy ago — a geometry unwound,
murmur of moon, night
set gentle in distance, torn,
breath-dredged morning, oh
the engine of all tragedy
is entropy.

bird
/philadelphia-epoch/

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