“Crack, crack, old ship! so long as thou crackest, thou holdest!” Melville
xerxes burrows into his thing-pink shirt for safety i never said
he plays with geometry not consciously however i
pity him welcome him to his soul where
hallucinations manifest themselves into the guy or gal
the bloodpool dreams of the battle of thermopylae sit down
hero he wants a backyard with high fences he wants
to be the president
very badly darius sends emissaries to each greek city-state
information passes through still photographs until xerxes' body
emerges
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