in the glimmering half-light they drift whispering tales of forbidden fruits, banana whispers echo through cosmic veils. towers of ripe resin bend by unseen hands, forgotten echoes / unheard longing. vivid curves of yellow implore loneliness, soft blooms of sweetness in requiem repose. golden idols fashioned from the muck of new ages, transient brooks divert under lunar overlap. hollow bloops scatter / absorb, unto that which remains. a gravity well speaks through silence, soothing sorrow with fermented lightness.

Ripple into Horizon's Fall Peel the Slumbering Depth