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We will look back at the last of the sunflowers leaning so low, and we’ll recall the “end times,” swooning at the way the brown sky infiltrated houses
the day ticks inexorably by with its seepage of light, and I note the stirring in the air
as neither warning nor blessing
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
. I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and … Continue reading →
Anthropologists concluded that in the period after they lost their electronics, they were forced to talk to one another and to spend long periods with nothing to amuse them except … Continue reading →
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