Sleeping on the Moon November 19, 2008

As I release myself through paper by truth and everything I’d love to keep to me, I rest. Among sheets and perforated edges of white
destiny.
A breath of life collapses the lung cavity before filling my pouches with vital feeling.
A “forgetting” or “readjusting” me.
An admittance to the need of cleansing the Sun of its Myth, grasping [...]