Nothing’s enough but the blue And the blue is never true Blue is a lie Scattered wavelengths in the sky Cold miles of infinity And endless emptiness...
Birdsong is a massage for the brain Piercing notes to shrink Our gilded entities inflamed Sound crystals sharp enough to Burst the perceived bubbles...
I’m a low flame In the slow lane Slow flowing Brain wader Thoughts coming Fleet, fading Breaking up and going Few words to say Hushed Just enough To...