Morning light, come slay the night. Take these dreams from my sight.
And the Man said, “What do you seek in the darkness’s calm, through tear dropped window panes and quotations of lightning?” 60 more words
The body is only an overgrown appetite. Is it selfish to unroot the legs and reform the limbs?
You should see the way I wake up: quietly, lying, smoking, waiting.
Where are you?
Let the dead