in tHe STudiO

In an invertebrate's dream I wouldn't be this bear. Bogged down. Out. In. Every direction. Ripped. Chained. Strained. Weather-rain. Beyond. Whether. Or not. I chance it. I follow the beat. Street of spine. Disaligned. Wet and wetter. Matted moments. Matter most. Dark. Transfers through a portal. Pothole. Possibilities. Hibernation halted by a sandy shore and rust...

She called me Black Beauty as she healed. Heels to the horizon.

now, a

h e a d a c h e. Head in sand,
grand.