All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
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Waltzing with the swirling...
If you ever considered
pulling me away from a car crash...
My mother is a rickety house
amidst a city of skyscrapers...
He stood proud
five-eleven in bare feet...
In a sun-scorched field
he stands...
Last night I had dreams of Amsterdam.
Red lights, coffee shops, cannabis...
When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat...
We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for...
I know you are in rehab (no no no)
and have been clean...
Dusk and dawn camouflaged
themselves inside a fallen...
We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green...