//idle life// (wip)
i want to go back to a life of plastic mundanity when it was still mine to throw away i was happier then i think (if happiness meant hiding from the truth i jumped deep down the well of denial before truth even closed its eyes and started...
//storm on the wing//
revision #1 Jan 24 2026 quiet falls in feather down the earth holds its breath the crow storms up thunderclouds in its beak was death wings beating to death march drum rippling humid air simmered with cicada's hum chorus to our...
//still-life// (wip)
revision #1 //still-life// put myself together every morning see the dust motes floating shedding my years away how long can my body hold this shape retained under so much pressure under air so heavy every breath's an exertion move do...