Strataic

We cinder paperless in gold fallacies, feeding cattle. Maybe-- sometimes we take one tablet too many.

And the Sun Is Quieter Than The Sea

With felt-tip paws I weep at sleeping oceans and try to beckon misery because I know it's hiding here.

Strataic's Works

Poetry (Personal)	2021-11-03	Still Here, I Suppose
Poetry (Personal)	2021-06-28	My Devotion to Dejection
Poetry (Personal)	2021-01-27	Incompetent at Life
Poetry (Personal)	2020-10-08	My Colourless Book
Poetry (Personal)	2020-10-04	Anatomically Blind
Poetry	2020-05-02	Song of Sadness
Poetry	2014-08-17	Mon Coeur
Poetry	2014-07-05	Our Skin It Sighs
Poetry	2014-06-11	Ghost-Fletching
Poetry	2014-05-21	The Unreadable Poem
Poetry	2014-04-05	Cotton-Acre Acorn
Poetry	2014-02-12	Stale Cyclamen
Poetry	2014-02-08	My Ryeglass
Poetry	2012-10-03	Slumber
Poetry	2012-10-23	Too Few Words
Poetry	2012-11-01	Incidental (Feat. Symbol)
Poetry	2012-11-23	Tree Of Corpse's
Poetry	2012-12-09	Wistful Necessity
Poetry	2013-01-03	These Feelings
Poetry	2013-05-17	Maggot-Go-Round.
Poetry	2013-06-05	Wigwam Pixie
Poetry	2013-08-05	A Poets Electrified Paper
Poetry	2013-08-11	The Plumage Malady
Poetry	2013-08-31	Somber Repertoire
Poetry	2013-10-14	Threadbare
Poetry	2013-10-23	Another Feeble Outlook
Poetry	2013-11-21	Dissociative Spec
Poetry	2013-12-12	Salting Glass
Poetry	2013-12-20	We As Human And Host
Poetry	2014-01-16	Coating Backwards
Poetry	2014-01-20	Expressing Ulcers

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