the

chance

as

eyeliner

to record drawing

to record drawings

the backside of the hand drowns in inks

many events happen in temples

many crosses are started elsewhere

the voices talk back

the waters fall endlessly

fading states

a flower of world in a flower of garden

dust pretends it has a purpose

the magnifying glass balances on vision

the zoom looks closer

the second time

on a hunch

to be safe

the grains are wounded

the shades of acoustics

to clean a wound

the density of death thickens

drawing stories

drawing sticks and stones

to split corpses

describing the framed times

filling voids

and

over ilaupoleas

or patented

strangers

as

space

after

,

the
chance

as
eyeliner

to record drawing
to record drawings

the backside of the hand drowns in inks
many events happen in temples
many crosses are started elsewhere

the voices talk back
the waters fall endlessly
fading states

a flower of world in a flower of garden
dust pretends it has a purpose

the magnifying glass balances on vision
the zoom looks closer
the second time

on a hunch
to be safe

the grains are wounded
the shades of acoustics

to clean a wound
the density of death thickens

drawing stories
drawing sticks and stones
to split corpses

describing the framed times
filling voids

and
over ilaupoleas

or patented
strangers

as
space

after

,

the

chance

as

eyeliner

to record drawing

to record drawings

the backside of the hand drowns in inks

many events happen in temples

many crosses are started elsewhere

the voices talk back

the waters fall endlessly

fading states

a flower of world in a flower of garden

dust pretends it has a purpose

the magnifying glass balances on vision

the zoom looks closer

the second time

on a hunch

to be safe

the grains are wounded

the shades of acoustics

to clean a wound

the density of death thickens

drawing stories

drawing sticks and stones

to split corpses

describing the framed times

filling voids

and

over ilaupoleas

or patented

strangers

as

space

after

,