Beyond a hand held beyond itself the mist is too thick to see.
A dream fragment (a phrase I wanted to remember) goes mute in this— extinguished. Call it consciousness. What we lose to recover.
Acacia branches bend the hill's edge off-orange. A blur, a deeper blur. A clarity I can't carry.
Poem: Another Rehearsal for Morning by Joseph Massey
Furnishings by: Cheeky Pea, Nodari, Drobek, Mish Mish, Trompe Loeil, vespertine, Lisp, and floorplan
Poses by Exposeur
Blacklace – Revelry: Champagne Satin Panty
AITUI – The Puppet/faded/, Puzzle Piece I, Star Story Top/faded/I, Hollyword, Be My Dream [Fresh]
Illusory_Freckles – Milk
mijn.botique/skincare/face beauty marks
Lamb – Adore (Mesh) – Washed Out
FIR & MNA Trinity Wrist Tie – Canvas
Lolas Tango Mesh Breasts
Slink Mesh Feet and Hands
Glam Affair – Amberly – Europa Frostbite 01 D
Insufferable Dastard Darkest Browns/Chocolate