The wall is made of rocks cut into coffin length bricksprotecting the train from…
I turn to the sidefor the third time tonightmy two eyes clenchedlike two white fistsaround the…
Always there for me,
Life Of The Mind
Darkness crushed, stomped forextracting spirit from the liquorthe ritual went on whole night…
Petrified by touch, I conceal
We don’t unmask ourselves to each otherskin thickened by a thousand cutsveins bled dry.We…
MinisculeOrdinaryTemporalThe three keys to perception unforeseenOr so declared…