soft phony faces looking at a shot of living the high life
Tag: monostich
stand by my bedside and watch the body wither
deviate and descend into the well of cerebral matter
divine by the hour night’s terrors given a taste of moksha
last light we celebrate the renaissance of touch
step outside and let the shadows guide you to the edge
where the flesh is loved in my personal darkness
king’s gaze crows scatter for cover under shadows
alongside the summer river alone with my thoughts
close enough to convince the ghosts in the mist
