lament
2025-05-29
we left the mountain
returning to our workshops–
the echoes had stopped.
we left the mountain
returning to our workshops–
the echoes had stopped.
city on the rise
golden trees in autumn’s hold
sky breathes quiet clouds
this ring eternal
flows like fresh mountain rivers
around stone fingers
do you remember?
the twenty-first night of sept–
oh no, kernel vuln
date night, pisco sour
al pastor, modelo, cactus
dishes far from home