1993 :: (ii)
like
walking through the night wood
in the corner of an eye
an itch a bladed light
every way
not sight scent
autonomic caffeine
bright daylight
she sat splayed
an instinctive inverted T
like
walking through the night wood
in the corner of an eye
an itch a bladed light
every way
not sight scent
autonomic caffeine
bright daylight
she sat splayed
an instinctive inverted T