ObservationThe light breaches the diluvian hollow
Draping the branching in infant radiance.
These rites of stripped memories in motion,
The shedded molt of the faulty hind world.
Equidistant the beginning and the end.
Surrounded by a famine of faulty hearts.
The aperture of this brooding clay clearing
Reveals a cautious gathering without pretense.
Their hope is a calculus of flesh, fluids, and dye.
Their only way is onward, leaving innocence behind.0.1639%
