Between blades of grass, the relics whisper to the shadows
Upon crumbling walls where ancient hands etched potent fissures
Fragmented tales told to the moon's softening light, curled at its end
Fragments of voices carved in the sandstick to the mind's warp
Echoes undulate in cold twilight, unmerited, then trapped, only deprived
Cities growing from tired folklore, weaving once-forgotten water
A hummingbird painted in twilight resin, shots and embers remade
Amidst the clocks dissolving nightmares, the singular harmony stays
Tall trees resound the stories of barren ships, waves crashing above silence
In fractured light, we wander, hunting for layers beneath forgotten echoes. Evermore these burdens shift, slice through years unnumbered.