Add one voice to another, a picture in the mind out of nowhere. A forgotten exhibit gathers its wings, only namable in a dialect.
A quick stir, another bite, and water has consumed the anchor.
Which is to say, what to do with a body (skin on fire)? Need more vitamin? A sharp and acrid odor of life? Grab the glass by its neck.
Fourteen musicians awakened observations in a mental notepad, making the bleak roads cheerful. Heavy metal heyday, in this silence, is heating the raw world red.
The moon hangs down from its shadow, lifts the reader from past on into present visions.
