caverns

Who are we if we are not each other?

Where can we go if we are not able to collapse from within?

Fossils and bones left in a cave, we have been talking since death trying to make our way.

Sealed from time, the entrance was damned.

The voices of our ancestors echoing off the dark and wet walls.

Tales and stories burnt into the inners of those soft shelled mountains.

Figures turn into words and words turn into waves of thoughts and symbiotic symmetries of existence.

No corpse lies here but a tongue filled with legends only seconds from the sun.

What was once alive cannot be undone.