Day Five
Ten years of snow,
Hypno-dream-pop pixels, down,
Up to ankles, over eyes,
Got so deep,
Got so high, chronic,
Chromatic overkill,
Slowly snow blind,
Snow-bound,
Fuzzed and frosty,
White-noise-sound, it is
So deathly.
Still.
Here.
Day Five
Ten years of snow,
Hypno-dream-pop pixels, down,
Up to ankles, over eyes,
Got so deep,
Got so high, chronic,
Chromatic overkill,
Slowly snow blind,
Snow-bound,
Fuzzed and frosty,
White-noise-sound, it is
So deathly.
Still.
Here.
I am with you, walking, And we check the day's step count. We are weaving in the woods, braiding together paths of past and future. C...
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