Layers of Generation Without Number

In the Parallax of Your Gaze // Vivid

Wait For the Howl of the City

Whirl // A Stream of Comfort, to Cool and Surround Me, Untill I Lose Sight of My Own Defeat

Coarse and Wild As the Cement of Your Broken City Crumbles

Clouds are Parcelled Out Across My Vision

..., as you glimpsed the line of my shoulderblades

Counting Out Horizons in Discrete Steps

Balancing // I Am the God of Small Change, Scamming My Way Through the Future

Revolve In the Sun // My Footfalls Are Superfluous