///SENSE///

slipping, slipping

out in stagnant space

in & out of starry face

eyes so bright

lights so blue

that darkness in you

i see

hidden seas of saturn

salty, sultry

soaked in bitters

dusty rings

old auras softly sing

several moons & lunas

to look up into fuschias

i'm meant to move

movements

i move

The Light Touch

Proflogik