Delusions, quotes, and fragments from otherverse actors, nonexistent playnes, selves, and Wills.
All fictional, without any origin or image, sailing sailing sailing into
the Circle.
Non poems, non art, no profit.
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Rhodo Neron
I laid her hand
on the cracks
Of trails past
Witness
-A puzzle,
fingers dripping rose -Shh, that is all
Its dew
smelled
Dawn
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