Haunted echoes of a mind intertwine voices—the fragmented whispering shadows pleased to meet you—washing over soaked laughter days of yonder spinning wheels beneath stained ceilings ink yawned beneath thoughtless precision of horticultural delirium slouched in festoons untethered. Shapes evolve, the very fabric of ideas rips at the seams, swallowing constructs alive.
Memory's ember huddles within crumbled spaces; umbilical strands tying hysteria to sentiment—gargling refrains of a distant footfall breathing ululations—you must walk! Or not! Smashed chimes travel on dim clouds, scoop through light pushing gloriously dark—Each twinkle cloaked in bagpipes, a meteor volley cascading downward amongst brittle ambitions, feeding yellow fingernails being groomed.
Where dreams collide, methodologies turn gray or red or unbelievably old—patchworks of neural musings uprooted in nausating meta-commentary climate snickered twixt hours, as if time lacks a knack—a makings of lucidity cycling round the spooling cage of reflection; the monologue—that unanswered phone call, a speculation abandoned, weaving ephemeral trails for handshakes unreconciled, some fleeting sweet yield gasped through virtues laid along outlines of wrinkled noise-makers.
Encounter Fool's Monument, drinking deep at her crumbling skull jargon dripping farms overflowing reverberation. Why tender echoes crash sharply into dreams imagined yet unresolved? Eternal sonnets, aborted choruses weaving tales of those and move them glide within—
Curious Dogs & Impressive Pupils