TOWERS AND TOADSTOOLS Threshed inside the rushes Pressed together, sold Buried in the brier patch Tangled, towering, old Flowers against...

set for liftoff get these machine parts moving right these wrongs reset these bones somehow eldritch someone silent something wicked this...

Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making light of this Fatigue permanently setting in I till the soil of this garden I burn the fire in the pit I light the torches by the river I plant my seeds and wait Vaults that never see the sun Reaching with nowhere to go Sundered but still swallowed up Flavorless and malnutritional How I long to meet the tall grass If I only had the gold set asid

Fever Pitch Fever pitching Voices rising Season for Witching Toiling, boiling, brewing Klaxons blaring, houses burning Stirred up all...