Carol D’Souza
That sail on the horizon was always
going to be a shroud, o good people
The emperor in a further coup
managed to trade his clothes
Follow the Ms
Maluku, Manchester, Massachusetts
Muting mechanistic metaphysics
More and more and more
The high of the poppy
strained into the tea
with a side of spices
What the body knew escaped
Descartes. Like Linnaeus after him
Binary Binomial Brothers
Building the blocks
MEANING meaning more than money
Magic no longer doing the trick
Power is in the pipelines now
but the patterns peek
through the palimpsest
Portents
with thanks to Amitav Ghosh