autumn the void has answered: we are not alone
Tag: literature
taken to the edge of madness: as i lay in bed in the autumn dark
a gathering of cat shadows to preside over the supernatural uprising of night
perhaps it is this very conscious act of surrendering that becomes the architect of manifestation
the design of drizzle to snap you out from morning’s daze
rain like hell: and drown out the silence
when received with kindness and grace: blessings become wildflowers on this earth
under the bridge: to this day the river still hums the song taught by an old god
soft hazey glow of street lamps in the dark before dawn
cat nap: the autumn hills call and clouds race from distant lands filling the barren sky above
