I’ve been avoiding the void but I can’t see the point were you talkin to me o, my eyes were closed I’m sorry When you talk in your sleep you draw me out from underneath take your hand in my hand bloodbrother ampersand & the blood will flow in the morning when my thoughts are flowing also you only know what you notice & no, you don’t know me. If you’re askin ‘how could I know’ then you don’t know me or if I want it bad enough broken branches in your eyelids & your iris: a violent violet If you could see me now!