- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
In this dream I clarify my prior awakened presence.
To whom this glory goes of restful impersonation? My eyes, anti-rose, a calligraphy of anger’s verbose prose.
Aslant visual mood, no infers needed.
My need is to engage again with night’s marriage toward moon’s varied phrases phased inversion the heal-need language impulse hears when the eyes’ obesity screams itself into fathom