Soft beams under the earth embrace lost whispers that wane, silent voices etched
onto the clay gilt by moons forgotten yet forgone by faceless echoes.
We breathe eulogies while floating papers quiver in unison, hushed hours in mindful idle
between multitudes.
Do they hear the echoes of us now? Clouds envelop sepia pathforks.
Perennial eves silhouetted by deep-seas hanging within moments' glass-edge burial settings,
rifts unspoken cast across crystalline mind loops
Words blur meteoric across the unfolding sigils of vapor:
Deaf recall/Voiced silence
Reemergence awaits by the broad leaves painted warm.