Dreams Left On Read
Leftmost painting: Zim Syed Paintings on left wall: Ariel Xiu Other paintings: Luis Zul Space: Moon Saloon Dreams left on read don't leave scars in hardwood floors Their oxygen fastly, barely escaping from the cracks of glass sky ceiling tiles Condense into acid clouds who weep cleansing iron statues chipping petals of gold The glittery sediment stamps on the soles of my feet paste as I unravel with pirouettes and dips quickly forgetting that I have hands on my arms and a head on my shoulders. The ankles of Pegasus boots flutter, lift off ever so slightly forming cyclones of petals with the fragrance of dining tables from halls pungent, ancient with the desires of green men and shaking the room like lovers at the peak of their feverish glares. A sigh in catharsis pulls the breaks on the feet from its ritual of interdimensional gravity. The fingertips grasp at the air thick with electricity unclear whether it's from the rise of the sun or the collapse of what I always wanted ...