days old wreckage, buried under snow

all roads lead to Phil [Elverum]

reasons for speaking

rewording

small town doomsayer

my own ritual body

immaterial compost

well

where i want to be

blate loomer

rose glasses, rain, roads often driven

norm, form

clunk

adhesive

the world in me

me in the world

not entirely any one thing

the desert, maybe

obfuscate

finding the moon in the blue sky

missing feeling