evensong

all the monsters i am squint at the faint lines drawn on the wall measuring how far you grew like the certainty of the shadows on the ceiling that only come to life at night. nocturnal in a quiet way. lucid in crepescular light. sometimes no modest proposals crave attention on the periphery only my favourite kind of lunacies. there are things that should never be said out loud. i say never say never but warn of deep rooted tendencies to slip through nets...