we use or misuse each other we don't ask as often as needed the eye of the needle the sky is closer storms are wiser waters sleep in the seeds of wind everything so holy entangled sweet deceit in lustry illusions glamour for amour cover up for unforseen the unbearable unknown everything so wise like the eagerness of colts
So it goes, said Vonnegut
casually I am your anything a strange causality a presence this cocoon of desire of course, urgent lover next day another mirror friend in the afternoon a simple woman in the morning slippery oblivion by midnight unearthed hieroglyph all night wide foe and moan & foam of laughter SOS in a bottle but not of wine ******* from time to time not a dime piece, but she is a penny for your thoughts it is you can make and you can take the cinema on/of my skin let's speak with our ribs for the sake of mimes I could be your slave, but wait when bus sirens fade away
incandescence is my name, the patience of graves of grapes