hey girl! my ghosts are branches

there's always a pond to believe in, always a tree standing next to you, its leaves dancing in hazy motion on the branches that are my synapses, the ghostly fingertips... me, the pond, the spectre, the temples and the i... on the altar of the sonar...

hush-hush... in the silent wake of my black cat's augur...


.x...sjálfur