Upon the somber paragraphs of troubled tide that embrace this shoal, there sits in silence clandestine truths - spider-like filigrees - weaving melancholia with delightful grace.
Within the bear of midnight's embracial quilt, ghosts lie contentedly in the unseen recess.
The siren's weepings echo through shadowed surf
like pearls upon acrid tongue, housing
A fellow called regret.
The night dances
in convolutions, pirouetting
fundamental understandings
continuities of bitter recital.
Sugared whispers cap the waves that lace the shell
each perforated petal a veneer
empty vessels surface in naked honesty.
Alight upon Forgetful Eras or return to the Ancient Marrow of Bits, discerning mind nestled in the crook of consequences profound.