Echoes of Latitude Eternal

Within this queer carnival of reflection, each shard refracts an eternity; the softest curve yields pale ambers of January light, down steaming paths lost where love lingers aghast. In the funhouse we found a spiritual veneer, palpable as midnight reveries.

The veil sways through chimeric entrees,
its whisper cool against spring tempest veins.
A caress mellifluous races through stardust seafoam,
draping adoration silently in sulfur blooms of the quarries’ base.
Beyond the glass stand shadows folding desires
beneath layers of rose-tarnished bronze—
reach... grasp stalactites of clarity.
random still wandered paths...