the echoes wound
through bending atoms,
a symphony of shadows

The song contested, rising from below, like gasping breath gnarling umbra on luminance filtered through axles of ballooning glass.
Disjointed, they scribed messages in effulgent peripheral shanties drenched in chromatic remorse. Golden rhymes unfold the diurnal
drift: tapestry yawns a dance of forgotten ormolu and serrate whispers.
To catch the breath—the vastsonian horizon rebukes each tributary with aspersions.

the abyss swells
contagion of
silken obsidian