…and everything felt raw burnt hexed…umber sienna sepia …oil paint in auto-script…sable brush strokes…further in we unleashed…powder-coated moth wings…sueded gothic window panes…unlatching breezes…frame upon frame upon frame…and a decimation of aerial formations…minutiae in pulsating atoms…spirographing outwards inwards straying to a mandala climax…
E.A. O'Connell
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