Sensitive to the weight
of delicate manners
To the dawn of things
which i extend
To shatter words
into fragments of memory
as daylight clothe them
in my dreams
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Sensitive to the weight
of delicate manners
To the dawn of things
which i extend
To shatter words
into fragments of memory
as daylight clothe them
in my dreams