what lack of light there may be in the greatest depths of the forest trees where the footsteps slow & the ground swells soggy, muddy, moss-ridden & smelling of an absence of feeling & nothing but grin
standing at the top of the staircase closing the eyes & arms out wide fallen in love with the casual pageantry of madness the one & only the love that will not leave
WALL I: inside an empty room lies an empty box and in that box is a four walled inside room within--- on each of the four walls is a mirror reflecting the deep desertion of the next