Clean // Sweep

Double // Take

Kissy // Face

(In Between the Lines)

Determination drips from a persperative corpuscular glow grabbing at chance and chasing down demons; wrestled to the ground, growing roots into altered eco-system, a restorative rip-tide locks onto ankle bone and between, with a facetious fasciitis forcing an outflow.


Far, far, away, in a lost land I long for, fairytale facets on a day-glow dusty trail--all hands inside the ride while we figure out which direction is up, holding on against falling out, stretching sentiment between "good morning" and "sleep well".