my love are you stillbreathing in the depthssomewhere in my spiriti have missed our talksunder water dark as icejust a short swim awayfrom the city of lightsi never got to visit you told me if i left that dayi would never be able to returnand there were so many peoplewaiting to meet me down belowmyContinue reading “truth or time or bodies or enlightenment or awareness or”
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nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth
language practicein a grimy dinerlaughing at gibberishshe followed me outto film the parking lotaspin behind the camerai joined the dancersdizzy with cobblestonescutting our feet bloodyi caught branches to swingin the soft grey dampfloating upward becomes naturalif you let go of gravitya simple matter of pointinghead as compass and engineto rocket into the bluethree layers ofContinue reading “nocturne: the sea appears at a certain depth”
mattress dungeon 