There was a shadow at dawn and a growth in my death a Black Stranger birdwatcher   paying for space with soul dismayed   a garden gnome on a pile of stone a-flowering sparks from the formless dark:   a hinterland  education bandwidth  break   a suburban  discernment wavelength  split   a living room oracular crop circle drawl   your friendly neighborhood creepshow  crime          watch        ...

…tell meis this something you’d like to feel again?…….how I’d crush… inside of you? ….deep fuck the ideaslanguishing…inside of your mind…stroke your sexy madness with our ancient love language?… make your body collapse…relapse…hard….as your pussy snaps back into…a familiar reality? …olde and deep...