dyssynchronous drew windish
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i wake up in drink of the phosphorescent sun, untethered to sleep yet unwilling to dream. cradle by, he feasts upon my skin, warm as delight. coddled airdrops drip like dew in the morning, tonight
shape and structure dissolve into a spectral hue. color becomes form becomes life. and all that is known is finally true and seen with eyes unabashed. passing by, i know only that which may possess my wishes and plights
