Space for the Forgotten
Chanting terror-filled rants, cries of the insane echo on early morning streets, riffling in the detritus of cans and bottles on their painful hejira through
May 28, 2022
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Chanting terror-filled rants, cries of the insane echo on early morning streets, riffling in the detritus of cans and bottles on their painful hejira through
I awoke to the moonrise in morning darkness with amber light on the sea. Something in me longed to awaken, to visit the beauty few
The sound of wind through the trees in a soft rushing wave awakens the forest in the bright light of morning. The tide travels back
From caverns beneath the cold ground ancient voices stir and ghost dancers move their tireless feet to the pulse of earth music. Above and below