narcolepsia

a player made up of energing
the secrets in drossing

a very fabled coggipresence
overblehlmed and nobody
crowded a neverword

drowning in the secrets
the battle borale
onto our flushy wundess
automaton from the dey
shepherd syphoons

hes ouning flicker wispersion
and recyclecent hands lands
a depth pertuned with a gizzy locust
nightsy, clumsy, all nightwand.


eu tava quase dormindo. isso é o que o meu semi-inconsciente estava escrevendo.
juro.