anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Friday, July 04, 2025
mmmmdccliii
Even the sterile campus
bleeds its dawn.
Smoke bells.
It’s impossible to
describe how
pleased I was
with the new
apartment.
We live for now;
past tense is
but forgery.
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