Where shadows cling like long-forgotten tales, echoes of pathless wanderers
They say there's a gilded door; centuries lay heavy upon its threshold. Tick tock – maze within a soul, grieving an unseen abyss.
nobody knows what lurks beneath yawning grave markers
the whispered secrets of the lost still torment this mortality
Poem emerges from the grave dust
a raven speaks of oppression and sweet sediment heralding madness.
Souls misplaced abundantly like fog wrapped tight, buscando rumbo, wander ‘bereft of luminosity’, vegetating, enlightenment lost along the way... oh! Gathering unto sucking memories!
Fluttering, Fibonacci whispers - count your monsters and lose them!
And how peculiar are those plucked memories.
Perhaps clicking will unravel meaning?
to signify pathways erased – find half choked cries again but untouched
click here
or there there whisper departed dreamlings