I do believe I see stars in your eyes

The trenchant fog has distilled my dreams into reverberant spells, and the sky is teasing my senses with ripe visions of verdure. Do you know what the languid season tastes like? I do. I run well winded and smiling into this night.

 

Reverent Alacrity and Polyrhythm

This song collapsed on my doorstep, and has been living with me ever since. It ate all of my vitamin C capsules. It left condensation on my windows. It wound itself around my tongue, and, unsatisfied with that, began to consume my whitest teeth.