You there were whispers that flickered in the dark scaled and scraped across the pillowcase seeping into my pores you've always been here in the secrets wrapped inside my sleep in the same old dream stuck to the corners of my shadow
I love a good poem that could be interpreted in a thousand different ways with a thousand different experiences, one where you can listen it on repeat and try the practice of envisioning a different illustration each pass. Thank you for this incredible work and for sharing it here on Swell so that we can all experience it together
