Insentient blisters in my eyes dilating agony
To matter and art I vow black veils of crushed pain
Breathing
Weaving
Placing my underskin on a pile of caterpillar game in nights of comics and short stories
This is a mote of someone else's memory and I'm haunted with mixed feelings of apathy which I try to accept
My haunted serenity playing someone's else's memories
I will grunge your thoughts of blistered  beauty
In your brain cells my toe nails painted with German literature
Just like Heidegger's and Hussler's beliefs of death
I died together
And epitome of ire is devour to time

Worm thought liking

All the snowflakes riot 

Dead in fluids.

Suffice of whit Of fishing rod above The drop cellar.

Death is innate perception of matter.

Matter is a matter of love.

Blizzard in a park Parliament of souls Vanished in whit.

Little moths dressed In barrels of clouded Devour of suns

Shoeprint on wings Of pituary gland cage Trembling stooped thought.

Thorns thorns thorns sea Scurry fishes and pearls of Night wheat fields.