presses pain
up
and
down
my
left
side
that you
call
trying to
impress
as
thought
forms
sticky mass
cocoons
in
two
strangle
that
locks
breath
and
sound sew know
protest
comes out
as
assumption
two
ascension descends
on
two mundane
projections
that
paths are the
same
be
cause
the
rocks
we collect
a
long the
way
up
here similar
works
discern
incantations
of
nothing as
the
wind
shouts
two me
day
caverns
in
two
night carnivals
in
two
day
dull
drums
as
colors bleed
out
worlds