a mist covered hill dreams of becoming the sea someday
Tag: freedom
the cobbled path into nothingness eats at the soles of pilgrims
paper lanterns pulse and orbit a dreaming corpse
the summer fog constructs false memories of pleasure
from hollow bones of oblivion a beast of prophecy is birthed
the ash beneath our quiet feet inherits the language of the gods
limbs tangled rot in crystal sleep
a spell of moonlight backfires flesh begins to rust
summer after dawn bones bloom in apology
there are two parts to madness: a person and the phenomena
