Passing Waves
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the…
The snakes have gone. They leave a kind of gnawing that is un-snakelike yet hums in the…
If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the…
As some things are forgotten to make much more room for this swelling brain, cased and unnormalizably…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. …
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions…