shadow pools
beneath the (ancient)
tree's gnarled roots.
whispers of complacence.
scattered (remnants)
of forgotten songs
weaved through
the silent dusk.
stones bleed memories,
brittle in the sun.
(Fryday's) kernel
adrift in amber light.
a lone figure in
never-ending
corridors of
(already faded)
twilight.
profound inversions of
triviality,
lost among
azure's long
embrace.