Systems Joy; First Day of a Bright Month – alex finch

Systems Joy; First Day of a Bright Month


With the crash embedded 
The Heron weeps 
With wings asweep
The little wet road’ll sting your feet and 

*_——^ / all of these fucking hands -

Bouncing straw reminds you of the sand
And when the Heron weeps 
Glimmer cramps the motley sea 
Fore returns to death and garlic scent
Blood and mud and that which went 
We settle in the soil’nd sleep 

sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep
sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep
sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep
sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep
sl^=p 
-   sleepsleepsleepsleepsleepsleep//

alex finch un-(i)-reliable coastlingmalign, pendulate, born again