These are some wordspills from the last few days in Monrovia, Liberia. More detail, perhaps even more clarity, to follow.
So you have the sense of a long now, the perhaps of a fire, a Truce, axiomatic Burn, the cut of a thousand the but of another sense of another calm of Tooth, axe, postulate of norm pestilence harm of your unknowns
the pin of an inconsistent raw ness - the pine of ferment its disdain for all that isindolent isincohate
The sense of being a toy or a hound as a new world spills - dregs of myinkpot