• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 08

Before the Gold

I only notice in dreaming;
The liquid trickle of gold
Daring me to smile/To open my eyes/
Popping in and out of each pore
A reckless hotel guest
As viral as technology seeking its host in human desires;
Cold embedding into warm.
I revisit myself when I unplug/Closed eyes garnished with my gilt/As I look to the palette of the untouched world
Before the gold took over.