At 6 a full blue sky spans wider than I understand
smells that stretch ideas and a heat that hits as heavy as a nosedive
impossible to fully acclimate

A deluge of practical effects
frayed and reaching in its presentation
and when it’s so loud there is not enough air
surprising even it’s initiator
in an attempt to wonder

I’m chasing that white heat
Nothing really comes close when it hits, multitracking Livorno

I’m fine to sit and stare at the door, while tungsten tongues lick the floor

Maar in de douche ben ik een zeepbel met de controle van een gazelle