Salt on the air, under the skin, the rain felt pooling in lines of the palm...
Salt
Echoes
gather handfuls to carry on out into dry lands along a trail of candles...
So Begins the Bacchanal
Scythes in the field at harvest, sweet with rain fallen down down down...
Legion
Death crowns me under a night with no moon...
Hieroglyphs
Hammer blows echo and never fade...
On Napkins
Behind the door was everything I ever wanted...
Circles
Scorched wood where the candles burned...
Firstborn
Sweet on the wind flies song and whisper...
Wretched
Ink in the deepest veins, coursing and flooding out to the plains...
Sin
Vapors rise and swirl between us...
Romanesque
All roads lead to Romanesque dreams...
Amber
No trace after they’ve passed through, only echoes...
Distractions
silent breaths together lie still...
Conquered
Take flight the conquering hero...
Residual
ten thousand lifetimes in a single breath exhaled...
