~Tilde

and then in the hour of this dark, the moment my lids wink there go the eyes rolling slant onto the creeks of the texture that i thus see forming.

groping and encarving through the surface as reflects the light of this dim density biting the dew that rolls down my line of jaw. and sit i forth here astray.

or even in the array of a foray fuelled by the ignition of inanimate absurd abstract whim which takes over to subjugate the mortal that thus resides neath that tone of skin;