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ladders i am beginning to look at the stars
capitalist realism
heavenward ascended haze which fell and now i find hard pressed beneath the pavements face
she always dresses so cool
and its a private glory
dont know how she does it
to know the quiet story
im wearing a hoodie from high
and look to where
school
their backs are bare
smothered in paint and patience
the ladder set half-shaking
i am waiting for nothing
a leg slowly eaten through
but it always gets postponed
the collapse of the return
thought i might see something
to cloudless sky and blue
at least, a way home Br ay
these model moments stay
by Em
ily
in our heads and in our ways
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loving you with my body staring again that sacred gaze
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and each profane moment between
no space in us do we allot churn under the sun the field under the sun yourself sweat in the rows the dirt the yield more glory than heaven sent more glory than what god gives divine behind the tapestry weaved between your eyelids the ladder out of anomie
Noah Kozicki is a fourth year English student at the U of G.
nostalgia can be the blackest black a cruel way to waste your time
delaying futures where we drown anterograde amnesiac
streaming
old memories for the new we lack
inundated with streams of sound i cant seem to turn my mind down
atomic age and atomization
cause this one goes to eleven
find your creed make relations
but blue light works suppression
sonic annihilation, attention
always someone to praise your
subversion
opinions
not enough room in the back of my
swimming in internet streams of
never change grow or give in
mind
coercion
try i might, find it in my eyes
so you dont drown
hey its really okay
blue light dance on blue iris
in the stream of consciousness
we're all deluded anyway
enough sound and i might find
youre facing now
but to live you gotta pretend
silence
Poems by Noah Kozicki
with nothing real to find
always recycling the past now
with blue light and time shot doesnt have a thing to mean
looks like everyones lookin back
a leap of faith that this aint the end streams streams streams
just the start of something
sonic annihilation, attention
livestreams
wonderful
subversion
internet, consciousness, and glacier
with all the good so goes the terrible
swimming in internet streams of
dreams
beauty will go alongside sickness
coercion
the hurricanes wake the streams
war crimes will die with hot sex
so i dont drown
from their bed
in the stream of consciousness
while you let pretty streams play in
its all relative anyway
im facing now
your head
thats what the hippie girls say so im gonna start listenin
its the same as everything else
picture yourself a moth picture
vice-like when it comes to health
yourself a lamp
but theres so much danger in
picture yourself a goth dancing a
no mother will cry for her childs
thinking
tiktok dance
death
when empires and coastlines are
picture yourself a moth picture
no addict will try again for heavens
sinking
yourself a flame
crest
nose ring of authority glistenin
worship is attention and your gods
no one in hospice or dying alone
well the more and more things
are vain
we're all going together, coming
change
come to punish you with the flood in
home
pretty blue lights stay the same
your brain
always there for you at the end of
chemicals firing in diminishing
im digging a mass grave
the day
returns
and hosting a party
warms the bed for you where
like decreased concern with floods
id be glad if you came
nobody lays
and burns
its just about starting
