poetry

Atmosphere and Door | Anne Heide
Allow me to suffer. Allow me to build my house of burned brick and
then. Allow me a pasture of Here.

Allow me the Grace once called question. Because if it is ever the
answer I’d want, I’d never.
Allow me Good News.

Hipsters? Post-post-post modern? Oh, adbusters...

https://www.adbusters.org/magazine/88/the_coming_barbarism.html