a little mortality music
drip drip drip cells escape flying over their aerial tricks of sonic dulce adagio, legato...hidden beneath sudden hits the pulse that no longer sparks in my belly just phantom limbs twitching if i could turn the corners of my eyes upwards, slightly fill impossible vales, crevices with good humour ---ah but there's always beauty een in the shadows and cracks--- what i cannot face settles in the pit of my stomach as home and hearth here. here. here. here. here. 5 steps more the heart stops she learned that move in the mountains over blistered fingers she -- heroine of cinema alone in a box in a box in a box projected on a 2 dimensional box geometry confounds soars the architecture of my soul seems limited by the skeleton it cannot imagine as my breath can. what age was she when the cells rained down in cantankerous form? are we there yet? possessed of pen of heart of m...