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.

NOS Biscuits

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