note #1

hans feurer

the words go on endlessly. something across the eyes, a layer of ashes or smoke or fire that blurs clear visions, mind opening altering cleansing dreams. you cling to the illusion with breaking nails and sleep shakes the dream into being and you swallow it whole with frenetic fingers pushing down a narrow throat. the words go on, building it, breaking it.

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