Dreams babble with love, nature, despair Interstices squished beside it Ten, twenty, thirty days sink, where no one’s fair hair could hide in Sinning, sitting, sunny-side up Pleasantries ooze through one form Function takes under, brakes slip asunder and sleep overtakes in a storm Eyes tailored closed, mind half-pprocured lucidity crawls up the drain, vivid, but narrow, distanced, but hallowed Peripherally, wanders my pain
