From 11:00pm until the hinge of dawn, I was not simply awake—I was suspended, A soul rehearsing galaxies of you, From the precipice; I have been orb...Read more

Your deceptive curves have arced to my straight ways, Your inciting mirage has swayed my straight gaze, I am but a silent dove, not so silent anymor...Read more

I do not call it sleep; not when she walks the corridors of every hush I fall into, There, she does not knock. She enters like a sigh I forgot I was...Read more