My Diary: Improvisation: The Dying Thoughts Of A Ventriloquist’s Dummy

I went to the village of my childhood and spent an hour sitting under the table counting strands of hair that heroes had climbed up.‭ ‬Back to Manic Town by noon,‭ ‬where spirits climbed down bed sheets from the fires in the sky.‭ ‬I tied two sheets together and made the sign of infinity.

Improvisation: The Dying Thoughts Of A Ventriloquist's Dummy

Improvisation: The Dying Thoughts Of A Ventriloquist’s Dummy

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