A writer writes – all enthused and drawn by this insatiable spell-bent thing
They dream in sequential, deftly differential realms, heavily, demonstratively inundated right by : otherworldly awareness
Nothing, none of it ever what it seems
To be this itching feeling : mesmerised by all of these perfectly astute and ink-ribboned white beneficial lies
The research can and will hurt when suspecting no such thing / and she brings her bareness, bolstered bones and naked reckoning to the table of milk-arisen brevity
Therein lies the maddening : cult which calls itself unedited g-e-n-i-u-s
She sits and sips and filters his favourite dreams – and all of it through this window of nocturnal awareness
