“The way we get there is through the honeyed tunnels. Into eyes that yawn open into mouths. After, I think the mouths might go on to the stars and the black they hold between them, until all we know about our world and very world and all our thoughts are just a blood clot in something’s veins.”

“The way we get there is through the honeyed tunnels. Into eyes that yawn open into mouths. After, I think the mouths might go on to the stars and the black they hold between them, until all we know about our world and very world and all our thoughts are just a blood clot in something’s veins.”

— Michael Wehunt