it’s just a nightscape

…and it’s always me and you, this makes sense. No matter where we are. We dream and interleave material dreams, soaked with denotations and vague lies, robust circles of fears and flies. Late summer. 2 sides of the same pressure, same knowledge, different directions, same body, different skins. Same sins, different latitudes. Chew this bruise. We’ll stay home. As everywhere.