I disguise the garments of beneath with my disembodied organs from the yearning flows of silence I extract in you and all the icy corners I have found of gardens turned to me in moments of reversed distraction.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I disguise the garments of beneath with my disembodied organs from the yearning flows of silence I extract in you and all the icy corners I have found of gardens turned to me in moments of reversed distraction.