GONE IN THE WINDS OF EROSTOCRACY OF SOME MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS

FOR WE ARE PRISONERS OF WISHES-DYLAN THOMAS

WE MOVE IN THE HARRIED HEARINGS OF THE LETTERS OF EVERYDAY TRANSIT AS ECHOIC CONTAINERS OF FREEZE PEACH AND OAK STREET SILENCE'

THE LINKLETTERS OF SEA SEWINGS AND SWELL SHORINGS AS THEY ONLY COME TO THEIR SENSES SLOWLY AND ONE AT A TIME............