Victor Dima
Shamanic Journey I
"sparkles dig graves. dogs with shadows in their eyes are chasing washed out dreams.  the air cuts me down and birds hop 'round like broken washing mashines, spinning endlessly into the afterlife and far beyond.  and if i look up, the sun is a very intense red, telling me stop! don't look up, don't jump, don't even try.  don't think that just because you are you can twiddle your thoughts behind your back and bite at everything that moves.  don't even try.