Ants Hole Publishing

There is a depot called subtraction where man boards
the subtrahend and begins a journey to an end where
there is no front or back, no place to disembark. It
becomes a winding passage less the bends where it
subtends below passion, and transforms to flat, where
some suddenly becomes trapped in a derailment from
uncaged unpleasantries and failed commitments.
Yet, it is the curves that infuse the bird's endearment...