‘We live in a world where we are being sold things
every hour of every day, but the things we truly
value are not the things we are sold, but the things
we discover. To that end we are content to be discovered.’
– The Revolutionary Army of the Infant Jesus
West coast fog in New York streets
the bottom half of the skirt is blue
search for the jingle jangle
breakfast any time
gather the holly for the table
oil the gates
a fox crosses a quiet main road
at dusk
celestial lens flare over the mountain
in winter rely on stored goods
Washing will dry in 24 degree heat
harmonium playing in a deconsecrated church
simple noise
Andrew Taylor
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