My brothers are NPCs

August 4, 2014

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y brothers are NPCs my

brother’s ghosts, stand

on a patio platform |

to praise a blooming sun,

old heroes phase in and out | the

armor stainless, & all that’s

good, gilded to the hilt | my

sword, the merchant giggles

in his isolation ‘yes’m | thank

you very much “Ah, yes, very

much” splayed out on a ghat |

clean slit through dorsal see

identical keystones on arches,

the structures – arc | only the

structure’s shape. Later you

will return to | this altar brick

lain by stout | men doing

grunt work across a bitmap’s,

hem | water beads onto pig

twine, helm hood padded with

straw | really is spirit the only

difference between a soldier

and a warrior?