written on the margins of your notebooks with rusted silver locks; drawn inside a miasma



welcome to the spacious panoramic galleria filled with nugacious reveries, chasing ghosts, and off-white marionettes and mannequins 



foretells cumulonimbus clouds below a constellation of stars in the midst of opaque space junks beyond the outer sphere



no requests shall be accepted through private conversations 



a lazy nyctophile | circa 2014