- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
the space between waking and sleep
Channeling spirits out of nothing, chaos opening as the veil disintegrates and ghosts fly, falling through voices, transient, fabricated by orchestras of dust, scattered and restrained by webs of dreamlight, by the sting of desire receding into amnesia, inaccessible without hallucination. The hand is empty, the eye’s mirror reflects a poem without words. Caught in a lens without light. Reversed.