the world over they feel the same…a length with no purpose, other than transitory, perfunctory, and obligatory…
despite the first-light spent here, i still walk the wrong way from the door. it’s as if the world’s on it’s head or the walls shift and rotate between stepping out one day and stepping out another.
there’s a sunset […]
(we rest on the silverslicked knife edge until time ends.)
mess to the left and to the right. the gentle echo of pattering rain on glass. further down the street, a gushing pipe bursts. the window is pulled closed, glossing over the leaky puddle of rain on the sill. still air reeks […]
Woken on the jagged saw-edge; sleeping on eggshell fragments and rising covered in their cracked proteinase content. Flashed and flushed through with bleached, starkly startling views, to the edge of exhaustive collapse at the poignant point, time to forget which side of reality we choose to accept as our own. Cannot choose. […]
Tiny pinpricks of ice and fire meander their route, tracing spirals and fairy footsteps on rough skin, dropping prints of indicator solution wherever their touch can wander. The monotone beat of viking ships raises in that imperceptible place located between eardrums, but its presence can only be felt and seen if listened to through empty, […]
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