In the deeper recesses of the savasana, the entirety of experience seems to flatline and then pronounce itself as a gorged landscape without equivocation or relationship.
When a dog dreams a new universe is born.
teaching so forlorn,
marionettes dancing in an electric storm.
The complexion of IS.
An asana as a whispered palliative morsel,
A body who polish their frame.
A club with clothes and mores
shadowy marionettes dancing in an eclectic dorm