Warmth Between my Toes.
Watch, as if in dreams.
But screams only Value…
The dreamed waking to the dreamer.
Split conscious cracks.
Acts choose choices.
Voices know the truth of creation.
Degradation….Regrets…
Drip onto mysterious sands…
That we may all stand on…
As if time means nothing.
Cheers Lorenzo
Art by Tomasz Alen Kopera