where the writers are
I want to blow by the bells

 

I want to blow by the bells with the charm that sounds of clinging forks

I watched a dragon with a child underneath running by

The depth that went so dark in linear perspective went to dissipating effect of evaporation

Guide-lines swept away

Prism aspect vision glow across city landscape window scape V-line point to the face

An inch between the ground and the feet

Shapes and shadows glide with the moving oddities of my life

Slowest human being I know

Blowing by settled on tree tops and mints