obliquely + through photographic reference

I recreate memory.

Depopulating to allow the disappeared to haunt.

It is Naughty by nature

Yet, this bears crucial (mis)understanding

Under the influence of the moon

while becoming increasingly isolated

You can see without being seen

You cannot touch without being touched

These cabinets are hiding as well as holding

without the influence of our ancestors

the contents of ourselves remain as tin

some do it to be changed/healed/charged

Research feels like crack-

but again-this is a crapshoot

I’ll try rose colored glasses,

the cologne of the sweetest sex

poisonous strands of the bluest blackberries

even icicles against warm moist skin

if just to see the city bend that way again