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DCXXXL Collected

Cold Cube Press / · english

“Black boots meet bark. Sharp hands discover white clouds. Tomato to teeth. Knees to rock. Elbows to coral. And bullets that cut the sky. / You see, the sky is grounded here. The sun cooling, the spheres of water…eclipsed by the grasses of blood. Thistles blew. All for you. / The mindless detective plummeted from the clouds at the utterance of his controller...the beasts below too responded to the "now" appearing from the dirt, unseen for centuries. / The compassionate censor carried the darting detectives away without question, without consent. They felt the gravity change in their hearts and feet. Time was short.”

format: rústica / pàgines: 142
25,00€