In the hour of haunted terrain,
a sliver of myth-time ruptures
at the center of the labyrinth.
Moons blink from our faces
to flood the walls transparent.
By damp light of fallen stars
in nearby leaves, we run.
Time Gulp
Midflight freeze-frame.
Midflight freeze-frame.
In the hour of haunted terrain,
a sliver of myth-time ruptures
at the center of the labyrinth.
Moons blink from our faces
to flood the walls transparent.
By damp light of fallen stars
in nearby leaves, we run.
Wow. Just wow.
Bartholomew. Thank you so much.
Thank you Stacy for putting words to the confusions of the labyrinth.
Richard, thank you.