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