Whaaat dooo youuu hear?

Schuwsh ... swunf a' gleam?

* drips stain porcelain on shadows *

— the noted refuse of silence abstracts skin.

~ Turn the corner— listen closely, yet feel foolish. ~

Fragment 7: soft chords.

* soot scrawled skyward and then— unearths.*

~ Frail loops in thought; muddled mouth distort faces wedged in concrete. ~

Notes spiral upward, beckoned minds eventually depart.

In circles of creation, the lightest dirt falls. \

~ Blurring naïveté hushed serpents rise and whistle dreams razor-thin. ~

To the Hole of Dark Whispers
Cascades of Lost Imagery