This is composed from restlessness — without a natural position to speak of or from, or any discrete habitat besides this late hour — when sleep is only dreamt.
I live in the memories of substance that have a home a place a tactile vapor that wafts in and out of recollections some treasured above all.
I live in the memories of substance that have a home a place a tactile vapor that wafts in and out of recollections some treasured above all.