Crushed lips Colour me in every eye. Watching. With hands. Restless. Seeking. Accepting. Misunderstood. Soft Nests. With Every step Exeitment evokes. Cant conquer the tones of past rythms. Calm will find you. Through plumes douces et pierres. When the drop breaks Melts your skin. When the masses surround your foot.…

the dusty corner where the tiny insect breathed its last is grayishly dark on this speckled evening with no sound or movement in a still temporal loop yet only a strand of cobweb reaches gently to touch your retina and captures a hint of your life essence . tonight I…