Saturday, May 9, 2026

Rhubarb

Rooting where I am. 

(A farm in Africa: Baroness? Always in that title, both, a twinge of evils imperial)

Outer resolution says little of the inner winds. To enact a stipulation and find oneself in open field. The gesture (Flusser) in the day: tethers of the heart-free. Will that be what they ask of us. Which is delmore. El more. Spring is not sour; Louis A at last this morning then One Enchanted Evening. perhaps she is with me still, and Again.

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