This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.
a
dull ache
swells
among the masses
blooms
in my skull
takes
root in the soft
restless
lethargy
cultivated
cultivating
in
the nauseating growth
of
the craft lake
city
petri dish
