Somewhere, a clock gnaws on its own bones  ticking its hunger between rotting teeth each chime a fracture splintered rib of time   digesting dreams in dark pools of inkas the pendulum swings, somewhere 

World – Peels away, layer by layer Just so we can know, that – Which is there. Never-ever despair, even as you enter the diffusion - in the confrontation of the illusion of: The tether. Where it is deeper and darker and seems like...

darkness swirls around me peeking at my soulit is with great trepidation I listen to it growlsinister stirrings are alluringseeking my honesty so delicious to consumeRebellious need paints me a villainno harlot, naya poet of chance, insteadwithin the winds...