Drink deep this echoing silence,
the winds that touch us no more,
the curses of dreams, remembered
upon waking and terrible.
Those things we have not been,
ghosts clinging like dried
sweat upon our skin, sounds
we still hear when the voices
that spoke them out into
gloom are long since gone.
The density of objects activations in space voids within them as they spin, a thousand invisible quanta things only made real b...
Prove this with your science, Hercules, you with your trials and madness, soaked in the blood of the vanquished. Prove this with your scien...
We have been dreaming in unison but those dreams have fallen into disrepair, eaten away by the persistent rust of the many days here...
This ringing silence this house, once filled a place of voices now gone silent, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the...