I could taste the sweet in the voices
my ears could swim in the vintage
classic of hums
You see these people are no longer here.
A loan, no change
I’ve borrowed time from another place
A one way flight to one hundred years ago
The currency of my fingertips on a screen
I am witnessing a turbulence,
The winds of ha’s and ooo’s
My destination: Distorted reality
Arriving in spiraling staircases,...