Sleep talk

A hoarding masquerade prowls the lone wolf,


loud whispers concave a darkish light,


the mesmeric twilight coagulates the water like mind,


subterranic longings call forth the sunny rain,


planetarians wade across a foggy chasm,


super conscious, haze dwellers descend a rising fortress,


glitchy realizations cascade an obscure foundation.


he who speaks with his eyes wide shut.


  • orchidee

    I never knew so much goes on in sleep talking. It's a wonder we get any sleep at all with all this going on! lol.

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