Octavos

Spanish (original) Terrible número éste,sin personalidad ni nada que ofrecer a la naturaleza. Una potencia par, y tan poco poder

we stole architecture from the chief creatorwe built new blueprints for shelteringecotecture playing in the mudtechnotecture reaching for the starsthe

lost oversized fire eating air up hestops sleeping next to memakes silence burnteaches me about heat sayscoal is dead here

That ring of white mist floating against the night sky is no flying saucer but the fading exhalation on a

When the birds come, plumes molting, neckscraned to see your face, do not hesitate:offer them seeds to peck at, wool

You said I couldn’t run away from my problems in zero-gee.Then you coughed up a lung & dropped your phone.

Cosmic beauty washed ashore: interlocking multiverse of her radiant scales; infinite recursive spaces left for wreckers to force open to

a perfect haikumust include kigo:seasonal reference.we must learn anewthe seasonson Ganymede Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

Once upon a time through the woods, we dreamt in the treesThrough the clouds, we slept among starsThrough space, we

It smelled like the status quo, looked like equalityEverything stood in their wayThey broke down the walls, burned the world