Cimitero -

Splendid fuck off reward yourself go be alone curmudgeon’s home

Looking up at an atmosphere overgrown that might cave my head in or pluck me

for ascension

A litany of shit too long and hard to mention

A million little green rats eat my face with gold forks and dinner plates

If you really treasure feeling let it gently evaporate into a small pond / a

marsh / a brackish pool

Let us sleep

Waking up is so hard to do

Deal with it or you may be excused if you can exit you

It’ll explain itself if left to run and for your fantasy prone persona waking

up is so hard to do

The most exquisite lucidity