Philomeme

The act precedes profit the feel escapes finance. We perceive thing its exchange rate overlook the maker's pulse. In the purchase we bel...

 

Each drop its own in time's array, The river runs, a shared display, But as we flow, and then away, What is the shape that holds its swa...

 

Melting clocks drip starlight,  Agape tastes like blue silence,  Cosmos wears our skin. Gravity forgets names,  Hearts beat backwards into v...