one under my belt
lack of physical presence
walk backwards on me

visual pleasure
ties to feelings you don’t feel
biological

musky glass bottle
the stars shouldn’t be alone
a network of strings

butcher paper scrawls
pathological networks
a note to yourself

a room full of thoughts
closest to the inside realm
mutual face glance

blank sleep around us
unity of the senses
the need for the new

boundless shell of life
exploration enshrouding
a sky in your mind