There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to. |
57 OCTAVES BELOW
Stone by stone
building it higher
Monolithic fake-wood-panel alienation
Dim light from handmade yardsale lamp
with melancholy daydream connotations
Maroon meditational rug
cut ...
Posted by jeff-esque on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
peak into my life, maybe, pt.1 |
LIKE GOLD AND FACETED
It covered my entire existence
with a sensual touch.
All glowed with a pure light.
Color seeped out, dripped on to the floor,
as an ambience of warm white,
boiling,
flow...
Posted by jeff-esque on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
