the clock's broken now,
Southern winds whistling through;
[where is the refuge found]
/ seafoam rests underneath rustic ruins/
echo'll"
amenite returned with exhaled sun.
no season shall be born again.
a tenebrous "epoch,
only this redolent dust remains
across the miles now unwound.
disruption delusion
{echoes in heritage palaces forgotten}
murmur hums a homemade incense
--> click:
to saunter endlessly: yonder <--