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the multi boundless medias 

the vitamins 

medications

nothing could console

her sordid collection 

of heartbroken

recollection

#katyamills

morning.noon.night

i lit three candles. morning, noon and night. fox trot of the forest. lovely shadow. light. the world was like an ocean. self-contained in atmosphere. i heard you by your dialect. to see you out of sight.

candle light transmissions

Hollow me out
tonight
somewhere far from home

vanish from earth and memory
the dreadful sights
those nights

then set the waxy wick
afire in the cold. the dark
downtown

ancestral
blood shot eyes await
resurgence

there will be no tears
no cries... no wars of words locked up
in dreadful knots

who or
why
it matters not

they see us
they laugh
they cross
our path

the careless
misled and lost
love to draw
a misfit off
the path

peppered by salty
tongue

undefinable so
swims 'cross a murky
                              sky

tell me god and
goddess where
are we

where
       am i

spectre. 1893

The giant octopus
first was observed
starboard

starboard side of our
vessel

an omen
in an ink black
bottomless
sea

in eighteen ninety
three

we lost our course
that night
we lost our senses
too

the sky was starred
and moored
in reflective tar
black residue

the barnacles amassed
upon our hull
off-white shining
fell

down
into the
deep

And soon our maiden
voyage and we

would also
to the
deep

and
hasten
to our
sleep

the author. october