truth? i fall from the planet from time to time. take trips out of skin. Off planet. i wish i could say it was a euphoric float. there’S texture i crave / living in this drone state / creamy smooth alignment / mouth
by Jason Stelzner Sister, I hear your voice but cannot see you here, where you walk beside me; here where you forded the last lonely river, leaving me lost on mortality’s bitter shore. Here amidst June’s high water and hatching eaglets’ cries.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Gemology turquoise of the sky, peeping through the cloudy mist as milk narrows to the drain dripping from a granite bathtub *classy* Epiphysis Cerebri is that all you see with eyes shut?