The Archaic Allegory Volume LXXIII
The only way the year could end,
For we all turned to stone by this phone in our hand.
Frozen in the face of what lies before us.
From your perch of 21, if you see this darkness—
Imagine the rush of a tidal bore, wiping away 50 years of hope of what’s in store.
All forgotten. All lost.
There is no question:
At All Our Cost.
🐍
Whatever your method, the result is brilliant.
Don’t stop.
Woah such great writing. Humbling! This is dope.
My friends meduas and her sisters, and the film with Richard Burton, painting to follow, thank you for your wonderful approach and stunning eye for all this sembling of collective art and thoughts
The only way the year could end,
For we all turned to stone by this phone in our hand.
Frozen in the face of what lies before us.
From your perch of 21, if you see this darkness—
Imagine the rush of a tidal bore, wiping away 50 years of hope of what’s in store.
All forgotten. All lost.
There is no question:
At All Our Cost.
🐍
Whatever your method, the result is brilliant.
Don’t stop.
Woah such great writing. Humbling! This is dope.
My friends meduas and her sisters, and the film with Richard Burton, painting to follow, thank you for your wonderful approach and stunning eye for all this sembling of collective art and thoughts