03/31/2012?

do all stories start with an answer

a remedy to the tremors that fill my nights

and bleed into daze (days)

feel the circuits commemorate

until the implosion rides on, imminent and tactful

and the fearful seems to fade

backlash from the freight

I melt into nightfall

resurrecting and sifting through the sand

dropping collections left and right

I wound up my tethered consciousness and headed to the foyer

standing and uttering beneath my breath

wanting to

—Bailey Riley

Autophobic Fruition