drawn in
snap back
subconscious pulls
whiplash.
brief trance
of heady fogs
witchcraft
crushing dance.
what is this —
do we know —
is it just me
a deceive?
i think no
verve flows~
hazy dream
affectionate gleams.
dizzying beats
this air suite
afloat… and adrift,
felt shifts
gentle arias —
a duet lift…