In the style of Tor Ulven: 1. Your eyes open within I see your darkness 2. Champagne idiots, you dream of dwelling in open exterior elevators that endlessly slide up and down glass houses where people sleep, worn out by work, the shit, the harassment, and the unanswered call for enjoyment 3. Late night. Someone draws a finger wet with saliva across your forehead, nose. A cool breeze erases the invisible remainder. Darkness falls. She is gone. --- Inertistically, phatic ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html