If I seem a little distant or incoherent, it's because I am. I am not a NeuroTypical and I have no desire to become one. This is simply the area in which I stim my creative impulses. (WARNING: All entries are either ENTIRELY TRUE or ENTIRELY FALSE and anything claiming to be one of the latter is, in fact, one of the former. There are no exceptions to this rule.)

 
The mome rath isn't born that could outgrabe me.
posted by Sinister at 4:01 PM

 
tree branch expectant,
the wings' silhouetted ailerons flex
and extend, blooming with shadow

sunlight, a bone-pallid
carapace, chill & pearlescent;
half night-stilled & dream-submerged

Any water-songs left unextinguished
will be your own wells to wish into.

If the creeping reasons ever overtake me -- and I am growing
more willing to grant them audience -- they will find your
and your peers' objects' substance already
behind my eyes, between my lips,
offering what counsel they can.

posted by Sinister at 10:07 PM