flag on the wall

Fistfuls of flag to her shoulders

damage control

colder, colder, when

fine

momentarily

the long, pale dawn

Should I think myself to inaction, I will be a dead bot by morning.

Grip

friends

Flourish

(this is the faith I put in my brutishness)

Table for Three

All for what

behind the stars

dreamer

a separate coast

an old draft

Absurd heroism

Sisyphus became my friend sometime before the sun rose