AMISH TRIVEDI
FROM HISTORY OF THE FAR FUTURE Unveiled with an eye closed. This is not the path but the way
of unbeing, of altering. Alternating, abandon. An island
that stills the waves. Even the most jaded feel a spike, the vein tapped and running. I am obfuscation
in the guise of a language that
I cannot help but translate. These are my wings, my umlauts.
TYPO 26