Weight

A dream hangs.  Reckless,
nocturnal. Sunken whispers
from within the midst of an
empty vessel. He
follows them there, stepping through
the canvas, and measuring
the cold with his fingers,
until barely a
trace remains.  But a shadow,

obsidian metaphors.

An image, abbreviated,

risen from the depths,

into a stream of light and fire,

his impression cast upon it.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

The voice of this is captivating in its imagery.

[Wolf]

loved the detail keep it up