The way you fly straight to the pollen
The way you drink every drop of colour
The way you chink away the hard lock
The way you rest less than is required
The way you land squarely as a mood
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
