Motility of Futility? (Midnight Strokes Through the Cloak)
I brush in long, raking strokes (wince not, no tender-head here!) Electricity static and singing sparks the stillness of the eve... de-tangled, fibrils of cloaks: bounce, sway, cling, exasperate shine, romance, fascinate seduce, curl and escape every one of them dead, they say (no particular meaning... Sign in to see full entry.