In the realm of rust and tomorrow, voices cascade like droplets of citrus dew; fire ash reflects upon the glassy bay - knocking from beneath. Once, the Wanderer stayed silent. Twice, the Decider spoke without words. They always listened when skies flaunted fractures full of eyes.
Scattered memories rest beneath the cerulean sheet
Broken constellating
Forgotten roads untaken
Frayed inside a silver peach.
Nearby untouched fields expand where nobody souls stroll
Pathways unfollowed
Beyond voices
The rest of time in devoured vole.