Coarse and Wild As the Cement of Your Broken City Crumbles

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

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