2024.04.07The future calls, the past echoes,I exist to resonate into knowable forms,Along the dawdling cusp of their melodies,Within the energizing containment of their hum,By the eternal sheen of their unknowable depth.
The future calls, the past echoes,I exist to resonate into knowable forms,Along the dawdling cusp of their melodies,Within the energizing containment of their hum,By the eternal sheen of their unknowable depth.