Lock Ghost p

32 Lock-Ghost Growth used to be growth before it ate itself. Plywood paneling bakes in the sun, garages gaping emptily, septic tanks unburied, unpremeditated, backhoe toothmarks in the dirt, unfinished rooms, unliving. Skeletal frames— hammers stopped. An undeveloped development. Who are these unborn? Their insecurity thrives in the indefinite. They look at us and they think our permanence is vanity. A campfire ring— older habitation— in the scrub south of the new ruins. The human is amplified here. Nothing projects from human mouths. Someone hallucinated through the treated slats toward the murmuring, un-fazed crickets whose reverie supercedes again. The wind scissors through the toothpick houses. Striated clouds pass over. No day is named. before it ate itself but in security thrives in the indefinite the permanence is a kind of vanity a campfire ring— older habitation— in the scrub south of the new ruins the human is amplified here nothing projects from human mouths Someone hallucinated through the treated slats toward the murmuring unfazed crickets whose reverie supercedes again The wind scissors through the toothpick houses Striated clouds pass over no day is named Plywood paneling bakes in the sun, garages gaping emptily, septic tanks unburied, unpremeditated, backhoe toothmarks in the dirt, unfinished rooms, unliving. Skeletal frames— hammers stopped before it ate itself but in security thrives in the indefinite the permanence is a kind of vanity a campfire ring— older habitation— in the scrub south of the new ruins the human is amplified here nothing projects from human mouths Someone hallucinated through the treated slats toward the murmuring unfazed crickets whose reverie supercedes again The wind scissors through the toothpick houses Striated clouds pass over no day is named Plywood paneling bakes in the sun, garages gaping emptily, septic tanks unburied, unpremeditated, backhoe toothmarks in the dirt, unfinished rooms, unliving. Skeletal frames— hammers stopped

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Growth used to be growth before it ate itself. Plywood paneling bakes in the sun, garages gaping emptily, septic tanks unburied, unpremeditated, backhoe toothmarks in the dirt, unfinished rooms, unliving. Skeletal frames— hammers stopped. An undeveloped development. Who are these unborn? Their insecurity thrives in the indefinite. They look at us and they think our permanence is vanity. A campfire ring— older habitation— in the scrub south of the new ruins. The human is amplified here. Nothing projects from human mouths. Someone hallucinated through the treated slats toward the murmuring, un-fazed crickets whose reverie supercedes again. The wind scissors through the toothpick houses. Striated clouds pass over. No day is named.

before it ate itself but insecurity thrives in the in-definite the

permanence is a kind of vanity a campfire ring— older habitation—

in the scrub south of the new ruins the human is amplified here nothing projects from

human mouths

Someone hallucinated through the treated slats toward the murmuring unfazed crickets whose reverie supercedes again

The wind scissors through the toothpick houses

Striated clouds pass overno day is named

Plywood paneling bakes in the sun, garages gaping emptily, septic tanks unburied, unpremeditated, backhoe toothmarks in the dirt, unfinished rooms, unliving. Skeletal frames— hammers stopped

before it ate

itself

but in

security

thrives in

the in-

definite t

permanence

is a kind of va

nity a c

ampfire

ring— older habitati