a strained melisma
teetering within the mind
the overture of a waking dream
that arouses
nothing.
it’s rhythmic, faint
less than static
a tumbleweed which strikes
cliches and old whispers
into
numbing thought
twf.

"over the hills and far away"
a strained melisma
teetering within the mind
the overture of a waking dream
that arouses
nothing.
it’s rhythmic, faint
less than static
a tumbleweed which strikes
cliches and old whispers
into
numbing thought
twf.