my wilderness is haunting unfamiliar speaks to me of legendary fruit ripe for the picking. Once (miss) under stood among the wrecks of man(un)kind, I struggled to stand under my eyes once blinded by purple flashghosts of being observed (caught on paper) for your pleasure (my discomfort) have swallowed cities whole now wielding the word I wanton thoughts their proper place and shoot them at falling stars. v.m. |