This
saint’s
fever
felt like
silence
surface
is
invisible
same
bowl
webbed
in
akin
to
more than
just music
a parallel
sun coming up.
This
saint’s
fever
felt like
silence
surface
is
invisible
same
bowl
webbed
in
akin
to
more than
just music
a parallel
sun coming up.
Chaos
on that
all this
space
spirit of that
breath
a neutral
full of
curtain
a kind of writing
remains
discovered but
acapella
set to music
wheels
more later