Crossing the road

Deeply penetrative writing, one among many forlorn. Whose writings shall I beget: now that the after has begun.  Recapitulation minute pointed through seconds. Nerves as usual. Slurred political from the street, gas chamber melancholy. High drainage system, no vomit, no qualms. Otherized solemnity, water for me. My ecrit about to be blank, before tense to … Read more