relentless, the country keeps doors and walls reverberate all but rest in summer’s heat I remember the dawn and dusk – the open palette, gradiented above opposite a front overtaking me, on the 4030, tilling terraces ’round the North 180 growing here is not a war with Earth, but a chronological board game, won by the punctual and patient
Keeps
Keeps
Keeps
relentless, the country keeps doors and walls reverberate all but rest in summer’s heat I remember the dawn and dusk – the open palette, gradiented above opposite a front overtaking me, on the 4030, tilling terraces ’round the North 180 growing here is not a war with Earth, but a chronological board game, won by the punctual and patient