ERODE AND RELISH. | Of cadence of breath, shall we behold how the glass hours melt into an airy recursion, phenomena of design industry preserved by haste, a thousand reveries of fabric to sink in. Words escape the models we suppose to capture, it sculpts the carvature of our bodies, and rest in the oblivion of your core memories when a flashback my soul bores the wavering of butterfly cadences and how it becomes dispersed, the hungriest shall be bone-deep as my muscle memory captures the sight of tranquility behind each sustenance. Now what pours down is skeleton of dewdrops that metamorphoses into words written out of desire to belong somewhere else, whence my gut-wrenching thoughts shall be carved out. My innards have been galvanised by the quiet ocean that ended up washing my fabric ashore, hence,
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EXCERPT FROM THE UNDYING, 2011ㅡIn the dead of undying eventinde, we grave ashore to dust, there you lie supine your corpse of mannequin and pray in gloomy pearls. "Shall we meet across the shoreline of our own vogue, where every string connects.")
REWRITTEN, @LICHDOVE.
