All Oracles Are Cassandras. Ignore Them. Please.
I am the winged shadow
telling you to ignore me,
but not yourself.
“At your peril,”
I squeak,
“Attend to thyself.”
Do the invisible work
Of reading and writing and living
For yourself.
Build and share
a sim
of that life.
Vouchsafe remembrance.
Observe and smell and listen and touch and taste
it
Because it is this
Brittle
W…
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