buried_in_the_depths deathofarose Black outlined with silver reflections, encasing the cut and stab of lost holes. Numbers a halo inducing a vomit of belongings, quietness a blanket strapped to the wall. Baseless queries asked of this dark, Realizing that time is a dream, Curtained from my view, Shadow plays in wavy images, Done in another language, Crafted in symbolism, Zero recompanse enfolded, Whispers of your drowning. 040308 ... jane treasure 070517 what's it to you? who go blather from