the synæsthesia inside
where blue meets sound and 1984 is a thing you can touch.
18 July 2010
Time Seems to Fly When You're Unconscious
a year is kept
behind the closed eyelids
of my sleeping form,
and it is only when
i have let myself become
vulnerable to its
time travelling trickery
that i am
at
peace.
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