. rightmare .
pauses realistic, awake changes molding fingers to flow. hope in that the helpings will grow larger and the opposition can learn to ask all of the right questions in order to find truth enough to understand.
warm caves with tongue for walls. ropes of smoke accending from the root, vinyl ground begins to melt. invisible figures cast shadows on flat the black sand. let me realize i'm in it. place the optical of moon time in my palm here and help the daylites induce the spill.
topples. toppling blued, refresh these spaces in which i crawl. i don't remember the nude. coming down with you as an illness, tongue in tantrums- fists to floor. rain in some light makes things easier to unfold the feeling alright of windows, their backs to the cold. the ways of snow outside well lit classrooms.. exhale rushing up spines- tummies tumble such personal euphoria, wish we could watch ourselves blink.
. to chase .