machining of little moons (opens in new tab)
the moon sent me her daughters for safekeeping hard bodies overworked thrumming wires rooted in the corrosive vastness stars machine-like flowers cut again and again beheaded knee-deep in the serving oil petals rusted by the sunshine the control panel at the back of their necks tightly fastened they forgot to open up their marrow up towards their mother under overwhelming weight […]
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