Unspun poetry everything’s come unraveled but that’s hardly the point everything is done it’s done it’s done for and nothing can be done to reconcile this much damage Or maybe there is something but we’ll need the largest spindle in the world Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...