what of the dust of this, glittering in this ugly morning haze? i wave my blurred hands before my face & maybe somewhere there's caffeine, a bitter but beautiful scent / hope. i dissolve into old books, thin paper, & drown in past seas.
dust, coffee, paper, water.
what sort of misguided incantation is this?
mix these things & it is a mess.
motes.
maintaining.
memories.
melancholia, my ocean.












