Oh i have been a little tumbleweed kind of fellow , a depressed yet dry & woven sapsuckering individual of respectful yet unrecognizable means !

One day wandering around all lunar-balsamic , next day struck by a seasoned fork from above !

[ Skewered by the point of a star ]

Witnessed by several figures wearing red leather high heels ... tapping in a fine Cloistered rhythm

once thought high fantasy scrim scram now made Truth to the likes of a Suffering ( yet vaguely sensual ) Succotash like me !

& FROM MY CRACKLINGS a great Roiling has begun: the Sediment shuffles around the origins of my leaking, hot miasma .

Gut wrenching inner altitudes have been Reached and Rumbled ! Bile slopped into the pot , grief scoured into my temple .

The angel that inhabits my Body must yearn for this Harkening . The shy kingdoms of solace creep into Periphery !