echos in shadow
echos in shadow
could any of them be real
hypnopompia
echos in shadow
could any of them be real
hypnopompia
the sun hides away
guided by an evening star
a mosquito lands
fading into night
with song across the water
life on the delta
pastel pink and blue
splash across the evening sky
a cool evening breeze
with an exorcist
perhaps the cheeto can be saved
should we even try
with eyes wide open
veil of possibilities
causality chains
worn down to the nub
focus is scattered about
retail therapy
jittery movement
the flight of a dragonfly
settling in dusk
there will be weeping
wailing and gnashing of teeth
banishing demons
to pay attention
and wonder on our future
a screaming cheeto