.. is a prayer, the slow drip of time between frames
vacant when
are day and night I see myself looking for me. Perfumes
of unspoken things and come back in season
boxes of the days lost. Stage
clandestine
known ancient unbelief interpretation
a bustle of heartbeats in the words,
beyond words, gestures around the world ...
... have you ever heard the noise of a drop
falling into a pond?
vacant when
are day and night I see myself looking for me. Perfumes
of unspoken things and come back in season
boxes of the days lost. Stage
clandestine
known ancient unbelief interpretation
a bustle of heartbeats in the words,
beyond words, gestures around the world ...
... have you ever heard the noise of a drop
falling into a pond?
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