In the room, in its darkest corner, behind the peeled off  wallpaper a vein appeared. Later it shaded away and three days later came back  again, but this time right in the middle of a central wall. I tore off the wallpaper and examined the vein. It was large, purple-blue, flexible. I didn't know where does it come from as well as what it is about.  Having decided to find out what kind of liquid races in this strage artery through my room, I took the biggest syringe I had, steriIized it with alcohol and carefully knocked a needle into the vein.  At first nothing happened, then the syringe began to fill up with some kind of dark grey smoke. When the syringe got filled, I took out the needle and pressed the perforation with the wet cotton. Smoke prisoned in the syringe vessel were moving chaotically as if it was liquid fog sought to leave narrow glass shores. While I was pondering how to deal with rebellious substance, the vein became pale and slowly stepped back into the wall. I still c...

crystal air hands as edge of birdy animal wings embodying the night into the flesh
sleeping glottis devoid eyes
amethyst mirror at peace serene wrists
blind to the blankness of sound surface white noise sounds white
switched on the idle channel beam at whisper eve 
opening a book revealing the soul the mask of clarity
wind rose kiss rose world rose women at bridge cognitive dissonance of the water under
cloud wedge 
vowel mouths 
acres of words volumetric bulk of comet pregnancy little prince saw dream flesh burning 
wet glass evaporates the cold air from your surface beneath
odd voice of existence deprived echo of crumpled surrealism

Self conviction falls through the ripped masks of the days tears off the oil nights savoury layers the fingers string breaks inside soft brushes caresses the rough cheek skin red feather disappears in the sun mirrors settling in pupils of blossom the submitted stars on white sheets space merge with the imminent day break spring will wake inevitable snow melting water will rise under the cold heels soles you are still standing lit by dim light of the lamp scratched out eyes wrapped in night starecase draughts five minute to eternity

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