miniature_rusted_boxes
Mahayana
chrome
plated
endings
[.
inside
.]
021122
...
sabbie
holding
their
empty
secrets
close
030501
...
p2
where
my
heart
used
to
be
030502
...
sylphide
Amelie
030503
...
anomalous
forest
floor
050420
...
z
boxes
often
contain
darkness
050420
...
camille
encase
the
blue
skies
and
laughter
of
my
childhood
050420
...
z
shake
them
!
they
rain
from
skies
uninvented
and
new
with
morning
eyes
and
yellow
beam
dust
cloud
in
way
away
of
drift
sleep
lesson
darkness
never
opened
but
rusted
and
lid
unopened
and
stops
050421
...
-
-
081021
...
In_Bloom
I
supposed
most
people
have
a
least
one
they
carry
about
Some
of
decorative
strings
,
chains
, tethers-
whatever
081021
...
birdmad
it's
like
the
junk_drawer
of
my
soul
,
obscure
things
rattle
about
with
the
loose
change
and
stray
buttons
,
the
random
thoughts
clumped
together
with
the
sticky
resin
born
from
the
sweetness
of
memory
and
the
dust
of
decaying
time
.
broken
things
, trinkets,
a
few
dreams
and
cracked
reflections
with
sharp
edges
sometimes
lie
beneath
the
layers
, pricking
our
scrabbling
fingers
as
we
go
digging
thru
looking
for
whatever
it
was
,
that
nameless
, shapeless
idea
that
was
on
the
tops
of
our
heads
and
the
tips
of
our
tongues
but
upon
which
we
never
could
quite
get
a
handle
081021
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
