. Coiled . Keep it. Always. Well built, like literature. This birthplace and then, into the weighted wind. I am scarcely bearing it, palpitating, counting palpitations, high on this kundalini drug. Today, I will say nothing, be elusive as a shy-man’s smile. I can’t stand the crumbs. Eating for nourishment only, one grape, this fabric … Continue reading Coiled