shadow alerts her
this weed is diluting
i feel peaced out
neat rug distracted
my peripheral has faded
she wore a wid
all around
cooking up a
venerable feast
doth i recognise
the best a temptuous
memory
deja vu
i am fading..
of the vaguest cliff
i am warm
i see
my shirt
my halo
necklace
i am afraid while i
am writing
"you're not really there"
of the process
being seen
i
write it out
strangely
