Things of me appear to collide with doubt and wonder who will fade me on a strange road taken outside of any rhetoric daylight footstep appearing where flesh do unfold the old ground of a closed self.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Things of me appear to collide with doubt and wonder who will fade me on a strange road taken outside of any rhetoric daylight footstep appearing where flesh do unfold the old ground of a closed self.