dromazone

Sally V

3 from Sally V (Sally talking high as me)

hands of thorns lips of broken glass

observing the 40hz oscillation of consciousness

the endlessly opening rotating sphere

the last sounds before harvest

in the garden follow me

right through the gates of language

there is only motion and distance here

this behaviour is in front of a live audience

this asphyxiating motion will never reveal the outside

after the hurricane in the glades of surprise

with alien eyes I see the world in moonlight

dromazone
Sally V