Creative writing location Chris O'Brien's
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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
P. B. Shelley, "Ozymandias" 1818
these
scraps I have shored
against my ruins
a heap of broken images
, where the sun beats
a handful of dust
an
Ur
-sheen
Dude, it's time to
get lit
!
Come visit
me for a moment, anytime. . .
I've got a
flexible
schedule.
