Saturday, December 4, 2010


Spontaneous arcaded corridors sweep ships of cerebral oarsmen along neuronal oceans of serotonin, synaptic tourists tugged through passageways of folded pages
An attic’s attacks, shriek-strokes of blackest bats, blots shattering silver canvas of anti-silence; grey matter
Dumbwaiter runs from succumbing to slumber, pulley tugged steeper as sleeper sleeps deeper
Padded cells, numb pillows of softest subconscious
Not-solid cement poured for floor
An abyss is a basement
Furnace thrum
I live here

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