Knocking On My Conscious Clear

A neighbor, almost rival who lost a son, I needed to be easy on. She wanted in, I held her back, firm stance, strong attack. She said, look I’m only the messenger. We come to shed way. I am concerned, others dim or lay themselves on antique shelves to stay preserved in a kind of…

911 Call

This sounds like a stack of 911 calls

World Glow

Glows into a world that achieves nothing outside of itself