Frequently Strange Chronicle Part Five

Photogenic snorts fill the stressful nerve endings with soft toenails. Rolling through muddy skin holders. Presenting three swirling top-hats where malevolent eyebrows winced at the thought of it. Golden paralysis in the collective squandering, tree branches building quickly.

Living only as the volume increases. Bones inside fingers know the gurgling throat grabbers full attention. Scurrying scratch makers mistaken for phantoms. Shocking pullback reached for the last redemption when the sun left all the torn open, stabbing hearts. Hearing vast and floating shadows in the only ways of expressing the true source when the chaos ensues.

Quietly pursuing imaginary reflections. Endless curving hallways with spacious ceilings. Quite revealing openings in places you know you haven't been before. Unknown circumstances driven to the brink of a new door. When the soils are torn open you can sink into the mud for ages if the timing is wrong. In the faint distance noiseless suns reveal a hidden song.-Ed Tajchman