INCENDIARY RHETORIC traverses firewalls,
trashes program files; I just want
to start a flame in your heart.
Grievance is close to grief, to unofficial
mourning; grief's caustic alchemy
exposed to air, its patrimony
multiplying as it is divided
amid prodigious smoke and light, projecting
candescent retorts to the world's acclaim.
--
Shall we be pure or impure? Today
we shall be very pure. It must always
be possible to contain
impurities in a pure way.
--Tarmo Uustalu and Varmo Vene
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