the quiet retreats: imagine a pulse that expands and contracts on contact with sound
Tag: fiction
rise and fade: glass towers on the horizon obscured by a curtain of haze
water taps lightly waking cold stone
sound lingers in this sacred space of dark deciding on its next course of action
dark before dawn: breathing slows and blends with the quiet
the quiet exchange between leaf and light: the void pulls at the unseen
the weight of time on fallen wood grants a damp and dark texture
a seed splits open: the might of the banyan sapling in all its glory
the slow curl of water as cold currents grasp at frail limbs
spring a vine snake holds the tree hostage hissing strange secrets and strangling the life from it with each climb
