2d
I fold my shadow,
pack it purposely
for transition through
districts that nightly invariably
abort me on
salty frigid sand mornings
that never smelled night
and night that
never ends.
pack it purposely
for transition through
districts that nightly invariably
abort me on
salty frigid sand mornings
that never smelled night
and night that
never ends.
What happens when we become unconscious.
