In the quivering depths beneath the knew & cradle of surface sings the earth moist ███ tempest █ █ ...

Echoes spiral damned in ardent light - drowned dance like a siren's lullaby through threads of shadow. Here, the silence has a voice, brittle and delicate, half-lost in silver whisper.

And then, the walls echo back.  An accounting of dead leaves milky obscure, bell-tolled. Cavernous redemption? Unyielding sincerity beneath broke crumble.

The subterranean astrocyte glares dejectedly, one sore note stitching together. Beyond & betwixt a dusky hymn fractured; an unsung, unfurled tale of yere lapses.

A penny for your iconoclast thoughts inside these hallways persists...

The presence omits its grotesque sneer,
And imbues hollow grace upon our wandering soul-swept hands.