fall_and_fade
birdmad rhythm
time
gravity
and motion

sound and smoke

i feel like the tides

"if only tonight we could sleep"

smoke and half-light

inhale
exhale

clockwork memory ticking along

sound of fan oscillating

sound of drumbeat in the speakers

the last sound of the day is the audible collapse of the last second of one day giving way to the next, like an old building being collapsed to make way for the next day

imagination full of strange architectures.

requiems for ashes and rehearsals for impending time

washed under the hazy waves of sleep

heavy eyed

dream-time
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