With Echoes in the Movement of Stone

Through the waxing through the waning. Amidst blackness a spark emerged. And we heaved death's branches upon the skyward flames. A haunting memory left as bile on the sand. Feeding this fire on shores of desire this blissful painful night. Winter's f

Enticed by the myriad multiplicity Entombed by our own disguise We will dive into vast unknowns An ember remains to unearth a hope The undercurrent rises from the fading coals Blown tethered cross the plain far from sanctuary's gaze In search of what