Blue The cars have shifted. Their old banks are luminous with pearls, foal of the open, hides glimmering in the ancient light. When you reach the algae on the final panel, don’t alter its trajectory. Its cold windows baste in these tropics, strangling under the forest kelp with the conductor’s blue hat still staring out of them. And though his eyes are eel-pits, the pink coral knows where we’re going. It claws from the wheels like a bouquet of spines: the green dust of the dead under its shrapnel fingernails. ~Eric Raanan Fischman
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