if catastrophe lies before us, then it flows from what’s come before (1)
deep beside my swim in you eyes, hollow, trees, crimson, haltering,
cast into night, doorways,
beneath the wind, hand, us
I melt waving to dawns of terrible swans sticks drumming in my bone (2)
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1 T. J. Demos, “To Save a World: Geoengineering, Conflictual Futurisms, and the Unthinkable” e-flux journal #94 October 2018
2 Veronika Ivanova, my swim in you (2019)