Straight lines and precise curves, The intricate crosses in it, Not crossing in any other way, Not a scratch out of place. Blocks and shades, Within the lines, Out of the box, But still within the lines. Controlling every move I make, Making sure its…

HOUR SEVEN i. itchy feet- a banjaran footprints on the golden dust- sweet vanilla scent I prick cactus from my heart.   ii. emerald lake- coarse pebbles kohl eyes on the lake bed unruffled water monotony I reflect on my life choices.   iii. a…